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Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
I had been lost to you, sunlight. And flew like a moth to you, sunlight. |
Animagus
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Post by Iola Walker on Nov 30, 2021 16:27:20 GMT
We had the idea months ago to have a game for writing prompts and I've decided to start it. Here is a blog for prompts. You'll reply in character to the writing prompt above you and give another prompt in return. Example: Prompt: “Thank you…” A diminutive hand reached out to grasp the handle of the tea cup, raising it to full lips in synchrony with the man before her, both of them taking a slow sip of the warm drink. The bond between them was stronger than ever before. It grew each day they worked on mending their scars - scars that ran deeper than any wound should ever run. What was once a simple brotherly-sister connection blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Annie and Iola have always been close, but this was different. There was no one else that she trusted more in this world. When she returned, he could have easily turned her away, blamed her for their father's death and mother's incarceration. But he didn't. Instead, he welcomed her with open arms, giving her a safe haven for the first time in years. Feeling a warmth in her chest, she turned to her brother, a soft smile touching her lips. "I can't ever thank you enough." Prompt: “Enough…”
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astronomical researcher
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Post by Annie Walker on Aug 12, 2022 7:39:02 GMT
[ I changed the ellipsis to an exclamation point! Allow me my interpretations of prompts lol. Also oops this got long!!]
[December 2003. For reference, at the time, the twins are 28, Annie is 21, Gabby is almost 17, Chris is 15, Molly is 12, and Gavin is 10.]
This felt wrong. Christmas without Mam and Tad was a sad distortion of what should even be real. Saffron hadn't been here last year, but Iola and Val had, and now the remaining Walkers still didn't know if any of them were alive. He didn't know if he wanted to hold out any hope, or if that just hurt too much.
He wasn't the only one unsettled by this distorted reality, by this period leading up to the holiday of family being down not just one, but five members, and though Annie had watched the argument spark, he'd already forgotten how it really started, but now as he sat numbly beside a plate of cookies, he watched Merry arguing with Molly who was shrieking back while Pippin tried to explain something to him, Gabby trying to insist that what Pippin was saying was wrong, while Christofer fact-checked them both. Gavin looked to be trying to understand everyone, but seemed close to tears as increasingly loud, increasingly irate voices overlapped, making it near impossible to follow along. When Gabriella put a socked foot on the coffee table, seemingly ready to jump over it tigerlike at Merry, Annie broke. He stood to grab her at the shoulder, just loud enough to be heard without question by everyone participating. "Enough!"
His voice was sharp, carrying an authority he hadn't really known he had within him, and for a moment, just a beat and a half that left them all feeling to be marching out of time, no one knew how to react as they stared. Gabriella huffed, and removed her shoulder from her brother's grasp with a jerk, turning and stomping up the stairs, audible up both flights. Molly seemed almost embarrassed at having been caught in this arena, her face red with frustration. Chris stood from the armchair he'd receded into. "I'm going on a walk." He announced. Annie exhaled. Merry and Pippin both stared at him, Pippin more curious, Merry more concerned, but both of them bewildered. "I need a drink," Merry muttered, going for the kitchen. Pippin shifted back, then toward Annie. "Let me know if I can help with anything," he murmured in Annie's ear before trailing after his twin, as Molly flopped heavily onto one couch to curl up and hide her face under a blanket. Annie exhaled again, his ears still ringing. He moved to Gavin, the boy's eyes wide, not quite frightened, but still brimming with emotion. He placed a steady hand at his baby brother's back. "We can make everyone a round of hot chocolate," he offered softly. "Might remind us to be nice to each other."
New prompt: "I don't want this..."
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