“It’s his own psycho stepmother, we already know this,” [name_f]Evangeline[/name_f] reminded them. “You know, like it was Niamh’s last time. And my mother the time before that. Hey, when do we have to defeat your crazy parents, Zaccaria?”
“Shut up! Mine are perfectly normal and don’t want me or the rest of us dead!”
(Low bar. Very low. Especially since they kind of did kill her twin sister. [name_m]Just[/name_m] saying.)
Not dialogue, but this whole section just makes me feel kinda proud.
Through it all, [name_u]Zephyr[/name_u] doesn’t flinch, because he is not human, and does not feel pain.
When the knife is dropped to the floor, it is clean of blood, because [name_u]Zephyr[/name_u] is not human, and he does not bleed.
The concept is horrifying to think about, and it makes [name_u]Kai[/name_u] feel sick, but it is true.
The evidence is there.
But through it all, Zephyr’s eyes show that he is scared by Kerensa’s words, disgusted by them, furious at the idea of such a huge secret being hidden from him for so long when it was a secret about him, and [name_u]Kai[/name_u] can see clear as day that these emotions prove that [name_u]Zephyr[/name_u] is, to an extent, human.
And this:
“Not scared of someone who’s not made of flesh and bone?”
His voice, when he does speak, is quiet as always, but there is force behind it. It’s weird, because [name_u]Zephyr[/name_u] hardly ever talks. Maybe it’s the mask that keeps him quiet…?
“The Mairyx [name_f]Crystal[/name_f] wasn’t sentient, and it nearly killed an entire school. It couldn’t use magic, and yet it’s one of the most terrifying things we ever had to deal with. So how come something that’s part Mairyx [name_f]Crystal[/name_f] that can think for itself and use magic and can’t be defeated by said crystal not terrify you?”
There’s also how it just ends with the focus character going ‘Something bad is about to happen’. Totally needed your seer powers to see that one coming. [name_u]Or[/name_u] how he just casually announces that Zephyr’s face is glittering and is just told to shut up.
Different story now, none of which is really dialogue:
And besides, who else wanted to walk around a place hosting at least a thousand dead bodies during a thunderstorm?
Literally nobody. You’re on your own there, [name_f]Aurora[/name_f].
By all rights, the boy she was looking at should be dead.
Yeah, no ----.
Her lungs seemed to make the connection faster, because when her brain caught up she had to remind herself to breathe. “Lauri… [name_u]Lauri[/name_u] Elama…?”
(Context, she’s just been looking at [name_u]Lauri[/name_u] Elama’s grave.)
She found herself exhaling deeply, and against all common sense reached out to touch the boy’s shoulder. Expecting her hand to go straight through, she froze as it made contact.
When she drew it away, her fingers were red with blood.
I was so proud of that ending. It was for a writing contest but I’m going to develop it into a longer story.
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