One Quirk Later #6 (plus a Christmas tag, because of course)

Ollo ollo ollo. 

Did I ever say when in January I would return, no, I didn't think so-

I maaay however have said "January" and not "February". Possibly. Oops.

You are all amazing for having got involved in my Quirks last year, whether you wrote or read or both, and I do hope you'll bear with me as I get settled back in with blogging!

 

One Quirk Later: Prompt #6

Individual images can be found on my Pinterest boards. At this point I have no memory of which ones, but I do know I spent a long time curating them, so go and have a look.

 

Time for Treason | One Quirk Later #5

My mum described this Quirk as "cute", so I'm satisfied. 

Mother's opinions are very important. That is all the intro I need.

Time for Treason

Casper swallowed against the sticky dryness in his mouth, and flicked his eyes open to a view of the ceiling in the gardeners’ winter storage shed. Huh. At least it wasn’t one of the back guest rooms again. Or the third wine cellar. 

The third wine cellar had mould. Which he’d been informed of previously, but the joys of first-hand experience were something quite different. 

“We can’t just walk him out of his own fancy do, though, can we. So we just wait here until—” 

There was a horrible prickling flavour mixed in with the flavour of the punch he’d drunk earlier. He coughed, closing his eyes for a moment in which to pull himself together. That… would explain why, although his head throbbed, there didn’t seem to be any injuries. A good thing, too, as he’d been informed that he couldn’t afford to lose any more wits to blows to the head. Still. To drug a man’s drink was hardly a pleasant start to a kidnapping. 

There was a scuffling from somewhere behind his head. “No, he’s awake—I have to—where did you put the mask, you fools—”

One Quirk Later #5

 Look, I know my "how has another month gone already?" screeching is going to get old real quick, but...

...how has another month gone already.

(Also I am late-ish with this post because I went to a friend's wedding on Saturday and got home after 11pm. I love you all but not enough to stay up past midnight. I'm an old lady and need to sleep.)

One Quirk Later: Prompt #5

(individual images can be found my Pinterest boards: c. guys, f. dialogue, a. until the clock strikes midnight)

Dealing with the Dark | One Quirk Later #4

 *screams into the void* 

Wow! Don't those fortnights fly past!

...and yes, as predicted, this Quirk fought me most of the way. It's not what I expected it to be, either. It's a smol awkward gremlin of a story with just enough heart for me to forgive it.

Edit 13.9.20: Updated the story to Version 2! If it still doesn't make sense please let me know. I have a terrible habit of letting my characters get away with spilling ZERO beans, and that is why I need to get my family to beta-read. Because in my head I have just enough info that it make sense, and my characters actually mention none of that info. Ratbags.

 

Dealing with the Dark

“You are sure you wish to do this?” 

No, I’m not. I don’t care so much that I lost my shadow. But they also took the colour from my eyes, my ability to sleep anywhere but under the stars, and the last two letters from my name, leaving me at ‘Li’. No one knows what my name was before that. I don’t remember what my name was before that. 

(Lily? Lisa? Lian? None of them feel familiar.)

“Positive.”