Need Help~

08-08-2011, 12:56 AM

So, I felt the need to write some today, and I started up a story I didn't see coming. o3o; However, I am not entirely sure where to take it. I don't want to just stop it where I did, I think it could become something. Help?

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I look beside me just in time to note that the snarling, smoking beast is awake and breathing it’s rancid breath directly at my face. A scowl is firmly placed about his lips, and, if I weren’t mistaken, I’d say his expression had been brought about by my own laziness. Tearing my eyes from his nearly amber gaze, I find the red letters of the digital clock on the dresser to be just as glaring as the man beside me. With a decidedly soft sigh, I take in the fact that it was, at that point, already 8:03am. Today must not have been the day off I thought I was meant to receive; it was generally my duty to be awake, showered, dressed and covered in sweat from slaving over the oven by 7:30. While I had thought today was a day I could get away with sleeping in until nine, I must have been gravely mistaken, judging by the look on my bed-mate’s generally expressionless face.

“Well?” His shrill voice broke through my dumb staring and he gave a petulant toss of his long head of blond curls. They bounced and seemed adequate enough in volume this very morning to receive the sound affect boing, boing for each and every ringlet, miraculously not even the slightest bit flattened by his head during another night of sleep. Not that it could truly be called that; it was even more of a miracle that they had not been squashed by his incessant and insistent squirming, wiggling, tossing and turning throughout the night. I, myself, had been roused quite a bit and forced to comfort him in a last-ditch effort to save my beauty rest from being entirely disturbed enough to leave grandiose purple-gray bags beneath each of my soft green eyes. I must have been lost in thought for too long, because he gave an inconsiderate clearing of his throat, followed almost immediately by a very loud, incredibly whiny ‘AHEM’.

“Yes, my lord?” I finally question, voice quiet and calculating enough to keep from receiving the back end of a strong but slim and delicate hand print against my cheek.

“Where is my breakfast, Bran? I’ve been waiting for an hour!” Though we both knew he stretched the truth to seem more dramatic. My master had always been incredibly good at doing that. With a simple flick of his wrist, a scoff from those ridiculously pouty lips of his, or one look from those amazingly sharp eyes and there would be no rejecting him. Tyr was a Goddess, blessing the Earth with his presence, and regardless of if she liked him or not, he was here and he was not about to let anyone forget it.