Which is essentially, writing a book composed of 50 000 words or more...in a month. I started today, which is technically violating the rules but I say rubbish. As long as I finish by the end of December, it shouldn't matter. Because I have no people who look on here anyway, I'll post a bit of it here.
Casper sneered as he lit his cigarette.
Titania ignored him as she brushed her sun kissed hair,
methodically and mechanically. Casper had noticed that the act of brushing her
hair was something that always happened after making love. He still lay in the
rumpled bed, without any clothes, while the queen had never taken hers off. She
never did, as if she was still better than him.
He took in her form for a second, her slender and beautiful
body, hidden underneath her nightgown. Her long dark blond hair spilled down
her back with streaks of chestnut and pure white with the honey coloured
strands. Her hands were small, her face angular and her eyes a commanding
silvery grey. She was beautiful in a way only the Tuatha Dé Danann could be.
“Stop pouting, Casper. It’s not becoming of a man of your
status.” Titania said as she set the brush down as her stormy grey eyes flicked
towards his.
He let out a laugh, something akin to a short barking sound.
“My queen, I have no status. I’m your human subjugate, in your mind and in
everyone else’s.”
She picked up the brush once more, her dainty hands gripping
it so much so that her knuckles turned white. Her hair needed no more
attention, but it kept her hands and mind busy enough. “Enough,” She snapped. “You
are my hunter, my knight, and despite what everyone else at the court thinks,
you do have status.”
Casper stood up and threw his cigarette into the ashtray. He
yanked his pants on, the black pair of jeans that were his favourite, and moved
to her. His hazel eyes burned with emerald green and warm brown and his own long
fingers had curled together.
He kissed her, his lips tasting like regret and a burning
pain that Titania would never understand, and he pulled back. Her chin was set
primly, her hands folded together neatly, and he sighed. She would never
forfeit this argument.
“You still have to go to Ontario and execute Haelm; he’s
caused too much trouble already. You’re the only one I trust.”
He ran a hand through his reddish brown hair. She had played
her last and most important card, the trust one. He knew the way of the courts,
how conniving and malicious some of her subjects could be. The fact that she
trusted him, at all, was amazing in itself.
He gathered up his things to leave, throwing on his black
t-shirt and leather jacket. His pair of leather gloves and strapping on his
arming sword came last, simple things that he had become used to adorning. He
turned to leave, his hand resting on the knob of the door.
“Wait, Casper.”
He turned around and his heart thudded painfully. The
expression on her face made his head hurt, his heart hurt.
“I do love you, you know that?”
He nodded and then left.
It's a modest start to a modest story. It only took me ten days to come up with the idea for it. Casper is a sidhe hunter by the way...and Titania's man whore. Or concubine, if you prefer to be all proper about it. But man whore pretty much describes him, because she's not the only one he sleeps with.
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