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This website still exists?
So I haven’t been on here for a while; I actually kinda forgot about this website. Anyway, I’ve been working on two new short stories, well novellas really, at least they’re turning out longer than I planned. Also, video games distracted me, but now I’m--
A door is thrown open so hard it slams against the wall, chunks of plaster crumbling. I purse my lips, my eyes widening. A man stands in the doorway, seething. He’s pale, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and pointed ears. Valerian curls his lip, baring fangs.
Oh boy; death by vampire is not how I thought I would go. I thought there would be more explosions.
He holds up a stack of paper. “We need to discuss my contract.” His voice is a deep rumble as he stalks towards me.
“Just be glad it’s not an erotica,” Rayorian says. The angel is lounging on a couch, playing something on his phone, and not protecting me. What a douche.
Valerian’s gaze cuts to Rayorian, and I try to take the opening, slinking by him. “So that’s supposed to make me feel better?” he snarls.
Rayorian offers the vampire a disinterested glance, “Just stating it could be worse.”
“Wow,” Lucipher chimes in, “imagine the mayhem if we got him and Leondra in the same room.”
“Everything would burn,” Rayorian replies.
“Hey!” At Valerian’s bark, I jerk to a stop, inches from the door. “We’re not through yet; what do you think you’re doing, pairing me with this human?!” He flaps the paper back and forth, “Do I look like I want to have any kind of relationship with a sheep?”
“A male, no less. I get the feeling you’re going to be submissive,” Rayorian states. So not helping. Neither is Lucipher’s snickering.
Valerian spouts off something in French which I don’t understand. Maybe I should have made him Italian; thanks to Ezio and Assassin’s Creed 2 I could at least understand the curse words.
I stand up straight, thrusting a finger at him, “I invented you, I can write you however I please!” I argue.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have written us so well,” Rayorian adds.
“I like being written well.” Lucipher places his hands on his hips, posing. “Means I’ve got personality.”
Valerian holds up the stack of paper in both hands and tears it down the middle. Wow, that was a big stack. Maybe I can still make it to the door.
“No one asked you for your input, pigeon!” Valerian snaps at Ray. Rayorian actually puts his phone down. This might turn into a fight. I take a small step towards the door.
“Did you just call me a pigeon?” Rayorian’s tone is flat; uh oh, he’s pissed.
“I thought you angels were eternal, I didn’t realize you suffered from hearing loss.” You better stop while you’re ahead, Val. I love all my characters (except Pete) but Ray will kick your ass.
Rayorian stands form the couch, his expression blank, “Let us test that healing factor of yours, shall we?”
Lucipher grabs the back of Ray’s coat and tugs him away from Valerian. He stumbles, turning a glare to Lucipher. “All right, kiddos,” the Archangel interjects, “let’s keep it friendly, or at least hands-free.”
Wow, never thought Lucipher would be the one to be responsible.
"It's called character development," Rayorian states.
"Get out of my head."
The angel looks at me with a confused expression before it turns into incredulity until finally he just looks at me like I'm stupid.
Lucipher makes shooing motions at me and Valerian growls, clearly not in agreement with my leaving.
The Archangel rolls his eyes, "She's heard your complaint and will take it into consideration." He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, "Right?"
"I'm not changing the story."
His expression falls, morphing into something displeased.
I sigh, trying to use Valerian's distraction to get the door open. Judging by his deepening scowl, he wasn't falling for it. "I'll keep the romance to a minimum but I can't do anything about Michael's flirting."
I don't wait for a response, slipping out the door and slamming it behind me, locking all 13 deadbolts. Hah! Joke's on him. "Just for this, I'm writing you and Michael into a porn scene!" I yell through the door.
"Oh come on; will you stop provoking him!" Rayorian grumbles.
There's the sound of a short scuffle before Valerian yells back, "You've never even spread your legs for anyone; what would you know about writing porn?!"
"It's called the internet!" I cackle, sprinting down the hall, Valerian's angry protests growing softer the further away I get.
I round a corner and almost run right into a tall man leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He has black hair and ocean blue eyes with lightly tanned skin.
He smirks at me, "So about this scene you're gonna write with me and Valerian..."
I flick out my index finger, "First of all, it's Valerian and I," my middle finger follows suit, "and second of all, I'm not writing any porn."
"Wha--?" His arms drop and his shoulders sag, "Awe man."
I sigh; I need a vacation.
(Aug 17: Fixed my typos :D)
A door is thrown open so hard it slams against the wall, chunks of plaster crumbling. I purse my lips, my eyes widening. A man stands in the doorway, seething. He’s pale, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and pointed ears. Valerian curls his lip, baring fangs.
Oh boy; death by vampire is not how I thought I would go. I thought there would be more explosions.
He holds up a stack of paper. “We need to discuss my contract.” His voice is a deep rumble as he stalks towards me.
“Just be glad it’s not an erotica,” Rayorian says. The angel is lounging on a couch, playing something on his phone, and not protecting me. What a douche.
Valerian’s gaze cuts to Rayorian, and I try to take the opening, slinking by him. “So that’s supposed to make me feel better?” he snarls.
Rayorian offers the vampire a disinterested glance, “Just stating it could be worse.”
“Wow,” Lucipher chimes in, “imagine the mayhem if we got him and Leondra in the same room.”
“Everything would burn,” Rayorian replies.
“Hey!” At Valerian’s bark, I jerk to a stop, inches from the door. “We’re not through yet; what do you think you’re doing, pairing me with this human?!” He flaps the paper back and forth, “Do I look like I want to have any kind of relationship with a sheep?”
“A male, no less. I get the feeling you’re going to be submissive,” Rayorian states. So not helping. Neither is Lucipher’s snickering.
Valerian spouts off something in French which I don’t understand. Maybe I should have made him Italian; thanks to Ezio and Assassin’s Creed 2 I could at least understand the curse words.
I stand up straight, thrusting a finger at him, “I invented you, I can write you however I please!” I argue.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have written us so well,” Rayorian adds.
“I like being written well.” Lucipher places his hands on his hips, posing. “Means I’ve got personality.”
Valerian holds up the stack of paper in both hands and tears it down the middle. Wow, that was a big stack. Maybe I can still make it to the door.
“No one asked you for your input, pigeon!” Valerian snaps at Ray. Rayorian actually puts his phone down. This might turn into a fight. I take a small step towards the door.
“Did you just call me a pigeon?” Rayorian’s tone is flat; uh oh, he’s pissed.
“I thought you angels were eternal, I didn’t realize you suffered from hearing loss.” You better stop while you’re ahead, Val. I love all my characters (except Pete) but Ray will kick your ass.
Rayorian stands form the couch, his expression blank, “Let us test that healing factor of yours, shall we?”
Lucipher grabs the back of Ray’s coat and tugs him away from Valerian. He stumbles, turning a glare to Lucipher. “All right, kiddos,” the Archangel interjects, “let’s keep it friendly, or at least hands-free.”
Wow, never thought Lucipher would be the one to be responsible.
"It's called character development," Rayorian states.
"Get out of my head."
The angel looks at me with a confused expression before it turns into incredulity until finally he just looks at me like I'm stupid.
Lucipher makes shooing motions at me and Valerian growls, clearly not in agreement with my leaving.
The Archangel rolls his eyes, "She's heard your complaint and will take it into consideration." He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, "Right?"
"I'm not changing the story."
His expression falls, morphing into something displeased.
I sigh, trying to use Valerian's distraction to get the door open. Judging by his deepening scowl, he wasn't falling for it. "I'll keep the romance to a minimum but I can't do anything about Michael's flirting."
I don't wait for a response, slipping out the door and slamming it behind me, locking all 13 deadbolts. Hah! Joke's on him. "Just for this, I'm writing you and Michael into a porn scene!" I yell through the door.
"Oh come on; will you stop provoking him!" Rayorian grumbles.
There's the sound of a short scuffle before Valerian yells back, "You've never even spread your legs for anyone; what would you know about writing porn?!"
"It's called the internet!" I cackle, sprinting down the hall, Valerian's angry protests growing softer the further away I get.
I round a corner and almost run right into a tall man leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He has black hair and ocean blue eyes with lightly tanned skin.
He smirks at me, "So about this scene you're gonna write with me and Valerian..."
I flick out my index finger, "First of all, it's Valerian and I," my middle finger follows suit, "and second of all, I'm not writing any porn."
"Wha--?" His arms drop and his shoulders sag, "Awe man."
I sigh; I need a vacation.
(Aug 17: Fixed my typos :D)
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