Tuesday's (9/15) SLB features an all-out fight between the psychic horndogs. The best part is that I have no idea of how it's going to go down. Angst + violence = fun, surprising writing. :D
Yeah, about that big fight... It won't happen until Friday. I was all set for it to happen tomorrow, but Addison had to go and be sensible first. Hopefully it doesn't slow down the pace too much. Anyway, sorry for the tease!
haha I just read the earlier post and was like, wait did i read the wrong page?
can't wait for fridays potential fight. I'm curious to see how this plays out, and if the witches attempt fails... what else could they throw at them?
Here's the start of Friday 9/17's post. *cackles*
The humid arboretum dissolved into the angles of Shane's office. Secure behind her mental shields, Addison looked for her ill-tempered lover. He sat at his desk, but with his eyes closed and wearing an odd, taut expression. "Shane?" she asked aloud and mentally.
He yelped, inadvertently pushing his chair back. Through the glass desktop Addison saw that Shane's trousers were undone. Addison rolled her eyes. *Having a wank, then, are we?*
"No," Shane shot back. His glare twisted into a smirk as he zipped himself up. He stood, then reached under his desk. A lithe hand took Shane's, and the Asian twat with the boob job emerged from the shadows under the desk. The bint wiped her mouth with one hand, managing to look both contrite and smug.
Tuesday 9/22's post starts thusly:
Shane stretched, savoring the skin-on-skin contact with his lover. *My lover.* Although he and Ingrid had been sleeping together for weeks, the phrase still prompted pride and a twinge of doubt. Shane tried to squash the latter, but it was too late. He ducked into his alien side before he could ruin the mood. Ingrid was dozing, so she wouldn't--
"Hey," she murmured. Shane tilted his head to meet Ingrid's gray eyes. Her blond hair spilled on to his shoulder, which pillowed her head. "Come back here." Her smile made the void shudder, then collapse. "That's better."
HM! Okay I'm curious!
Here's the beginning of tomorrow's (9/25) SLB:
Daniel reflected on his impromptu meeting with Chairmen Carlyle and Butler as he strode to his suite. Whatever his superiors had done to Myers and Addison had worked, perhaps too well. If Ri hadn't alerted security to the altercation in Myers' office, he might have been down two department heads and inherited two children.
Ashlynn's shrill voice just barely carried through the reinforced door to Daniel's quarters. "I want to see Mummy!" While his retina and thumbprint were scanned, Daniel steeled himself for the cacophony. The door slid open, loosing the shrieks of Addison's offspring. "Wanna see Mummy now now now!"
"Ashlynn, please--" Jacob's cries cut Svetlana's reprimand short.
Daniel gritted his teeth and entered, a bulldozer plowing through debris. His shrugged-off suit jacket landed on the foyer table and was forgotten. He entered the living room unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and wincing from Ashlynn's latest shriek. Svetlana paced with Jacob crying in her arms. His big sister thrashed on the floor in a full-on tantrum. *Spoiled, ungrateful brat. She's as bad as her mother.* Thanks to Carlyle's magic the thought carried more frustration than venom toward the little girl. "Ashlynn!"
The girl silenced. Ashlynn momentarily froze in place, legs up in the air. Daniel took a deep breath and bit back the words he'd like to use on the stubborn child. Instead he turned to the nanny. "Svetlana, why don't you and Jacob go visit the conservatory? Ashlynn and I are going to talk for a few minutes."
Vanessa and I started writing SLB as a series of unplanned short stories, which we titled for our amusement and reference. For the the serialized version of SLB, I group the short stories into chapters and parse them into semi-weekly posts. Thought you might enjoy the titles of the short stories that will make up chapter 8. :)
The Devil You Know
Method Acting
Regrouping
Mirror, Mirror
Tit for Tat
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