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Snippet from part 7 of The Necromacers :3 It's almost finished! Just 2 and a half more parts to go! This was a very fun style experiment (and a hopefully very sad story)
cw: implied abuse, miscarriage
‘I promise you will,’ Distro’s lips met the seces’ cheek, and she gave xer a tight squeeze. ‘I promise. It gets easier in time.’
Jaisa’s gills let out another mournful squeal. ‘I... I....’
And then xie trailed off, xer eyes focusing on something far away, and neither Distro nor Coi’Lili said anything else. Instead, Distro rested a hand on Jaisa’s knee, and Coi’Lili collected his things and quietly made his way inside.
They sat for a long while in the quiet garden. Well past midday, until the air grew chill and the sun began to set orange and pink behind the palace wall.
And then the garden gate gave a creak, and Distro turned to meet eyes with Penel. The felinic was carrying her canvas and brushes slung over her shoulder with a thick leather strap, though when she saw Distro and Jaisa sitting together on the bench, she abandoned her things at the gate before making her way over.
She watched Jaisa carefully with each step; though xer vacant expression didn’t change.
Xie didn’t respond to Penel’s greeting. And xie barely blinked when the girl sat beside xer. The seces just stared ahead at nothing, worrying the hem of xer fraying shirt to tatters.
Penel’s brow furrowed as she craned her gaze over Jaisa to speak to Distro. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Xie lost xer baby.’
‘Oh...’ Penel sunk into her seat, her eyes trailing to Jaisa’s hands as xie continued tearing at the cotton seam. ‘Oh. I’m so sorry. That’s terrible.’
‘No,’ Jaisa finally spoke. ‘That’s not.... That’s not even the terrible part.’
‘Later, honey,’ Distro comforted, moving her hand to Jaisa’s shoulder. ‘You don’t have to tell us a thing until you’re ready.’
Jaisa nodded, taking a deep breath and turning back to the garden. Xie muttered something as xie continued to tear at xer shirt. And then repeated it. Again, and again.
And the fifth time, Penel finally heard what xie was saying.
‘Forgive him,’ Jaisa breathed. ‘Please, Scara, forgive him.’
A little rough, and I definitely want to fix it up a little, but I'm glad to finally be writing the scene where Gavin comes out to Dale ;u; Dale hesitates for all of 5 seconds before his Good Dad Insticts kick in.
But that second time... it had just felt right to him. And he supposed it had to her, as well.
She’d cried on the way up the stairs that day.
It was strange, how things had turned out. Everything was so different— But also, so much the same.
The biggest difference, really, was that Talia had been happier.
Their relationship hadn’t been a magical fix and she was still having a lot of trouble being open with him.... But she was definitely happier. And right now, that was all he could ask for.
This was only the second time she’d let him stay over in the three months since they gotten together. He’d have stayed over every night, if she’d let him. Or had her stay at his house— Which she still wasn’t comfortable with.
Dale was distracted from his thoughts as Talia stretched and stole the blanket, and he had to bite back his laugh as he stole it back. He tugged her close against his chest, catching a glimpse of the alarm on her bedside table and quietly cursing that he only had another ten minutes with her before it went off. Though, as he heard Gavin’s feet hit the floor in the other room, he realised he wasn’t going to get it.
Dale had barely let out his sigh before Talia’s door creaked open and the light from the hall shone in.
‘Gav, it’s not even seven yet,’ Dale muttered. ‘Don’t you want to sleep a little longer?’
‘No, I’m awake,’ Gavin replied. ‘I.... I want to talk to you about something, Dale. It’s important.’
‘Alright,’ Dale took a deep, throaty breath, and forced himself out of bed. He stretched, then stumbled down the hall after Gavin. ‘Guess I’ll make breakfast for everyone, huh?’
‘That’d be nice,’ Gavin said, pulling a chair from the table to the kitchen. ‘And we can talk while you do?’
‘Yeah, course,’ Dale yawned as he went through the cupboards. ‘Bacon and eggs?’
‘Yes please. Scrambled?’
‘Sure,’ Dale pulled out what he needed and, with another yawn, started cooking. ‘So, what did you want to talk to me about?’
‘Well... it’s about...’ he hesitated. Then sighed. ‘Dale, you had a lot of girlfriends before my mum, right?’
‘Yeah, a few,’ Dale replied. ‘Why?’
‘Well... I want to know.... How do you ask someone out?’
Dale felt himself chuckling. ‘You have a crush?’
Gavin gave a nod, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he looked to his feet and kicked out at the wall. ‘I’ve been watching you and mum, and I think how I feel is the same.’
‘Ah,’ Dale gave his own nod. ‘I see.... That’s cool. What’s her name?’
‘No— Not a girl,’ Gavin admitted. ‘It’s Jacob.’
‘Jacob?’ Dale paused. ‘Connor?’
Gavin nodded, though he still didn’t meet Dale’s eye.
‘Oh, well, that’s fine,’ Dale shrugged, and quickly scraped the food out of the pan and onto a plate. He headed to the table, ruffling Gavin’s hair as he passed. ‘Jacob’s pretty cool, isn’t he?’
‘Yeah,’ Gavin gave a smile, and finally looked to Dale as he dragged his chair back to where it belonged and started serving himself breakfast. ‘Yeah he’s cool.... Do you think I should ask him out?’
‘Why not?’ Dale turned to the hall as he heard Talia’s alarm go off. ‘He seems nice, what have you got to lose— Hey, save some eggs for your mum, right? She’s mean when she’s hungry.’
‘She’s mean anyway,’ Gavin giggled.
‘Yeah, but you’re not spending the day at work with her!’ Dale retorted, gently smacking the boy’s hand away from the food. ‘Eat what you’ve got already, you little brat!’
Stars can be very manipulative. Everyone keeps underestimating her because of her disability, so she said "screw it, I'mma use this" and learnt how to twist words around so nobody can argue with her.
Luckily, she (mostly) uses this power for good; like stopping her grandfather using her stepmother's old name.... This time it's pretty obvious what she's doing (she's usually at least a little bit subtle)
‘Distro, yes, sorry,’ Rorlbar sighed. ‘I still don’t see why you changed it.’
‘I just liked this name better,’ said Distro. ‘There’s nothing wrong with changing your name.’
Rorlbar simply shrugged.
‘I changed my name!’ Stars beamed. ‘And I love my new name a lot. It’s very nice. Kekik Distro’s new name is also very nice.’
‘It’s just hard to get used to,’ Rorlbar shrugged. ‘I’m her father, I’ve used Koktansi for years—’
‘—My kekik started using my new name the day I asked her to,’ Stars cut in, sounding a lot less pleasant than before as she put down her fork and rested her hands on the table. ‘You’ve had over ten years to get used to kekik Distro’s new name. If kekik Distro wants you to use her new name, you should use it. It’s very uncomfortable to be called by your old name when you don’t like it. And if you’re her yalfit, you should want her to be as comfortable as possible. You want kekik Distro to feel comfortable and loved, right?’
‘Well, yes of course—’
‘—Good,’ Stars said firmly, her ears flicking up as her eyes narrowed. ‘So you agree? Using her new name is best and you’re not going to use her old name anymore?’
Hey! Just added chapter 13 to A Man Worth a Million! :D Dale and Talia have FINALLY gotten together!
Ya'll can read the draft so far here: https://cjadewyton.com/my-writing/kladstone-romances/
It was good to hear him laugh so much.
And just as she thought about it, she heard him start laughing, and wondered what joke she’d missed as Dale turned into the apartment’s parking lot and slotted into one of the spots.
She’d only half-undone her seatbelt before Gavin leant over the seat and planted a kiss on her cheek.
‘I’ll meet you inside!’ he decided, reaching into Talia’s pocket for her keys. She didn’t have time to suggest otherwise before he was out of the car and halfway into the stairwell.
‘Gavin wai— Ugh,’ Talia leant back in her seat as her son disappeared.
‘There he goes,’ Dale’s voice floated into the car as he pulled open Talia’s door for her. ‘Fast little bugger, isn’t he? Nyoom.’
‘Nyoom,’ Talia repeated, though a little flatter than Dale had said it. ‘Sometimes I wish he’d slow down. Just a little bit.’
‘Aw, but then he wouldn’t be Gavin, would he?’ joked Dale. Then he offered Talia his hand. ‘Come on. You alright?’
‘Yeah, I...’ Talia hesitated, then took his hand and let him pull her up. ‘I’m fine. I just....’
She lost her train of thought.
And when Dale waited patiently for her to continue she felt her cheeks start to burn, and she looked away and pulled her hand back.
‘Talia?’ Dale’s voice was soft as his hand took hers again and gave it a squeeze that trapped butterflies in her stomach. ‘Hey.... Look at me?’
She dared to turn back, and as she met his soft, kind eyes she felt the butterflies trying to push out of her throat.
‘Talia,’ Dale managed, his voice cracking with the same emotions that had paralysed Talia. ‘Please be my girlfriend?’
And the butterflies escaped her as a laugh.
She didn’t mean them to.
But they escaped her, and she found herself choking on giggle after giggle as she collapsed back into the car and covered her mouth with her hands.
She had known that the question was coming, but she hadn’t expected it to sound like that out loud. She hadn’t thought he would say it like that.
She couldn’t breathe.
It was too much.
‘Yes!’ she managed. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes, Dale! Yes!’
Redid the cover for The Necromancers, which I originally did in 2016! :3c
Very happy with this redraw.
‘Are you real?’ she asked.
Scaychie hesitated. ‘What?’
‘Are you real?’
‘I.... Uh, yeah.’
‘Oh, good!’ the woman stood up straighter, tucking her wings behind her back and pushing her hair out of her eyes. ‘Sometimes it’s hard to tell. You know?’
‘N... no,’ Scaychie answered, feeling her brow furrow at the strange woman.
‘Oh, well...’ the woman’s ears flicked back. But then, they flicked back up and she smiled. ‘I’m Keeyata. What’s your name?’
Scaychie just eyed her.
When she didn’t reply, Keeyata’s ears folded back down, and she stepped forward, gently placing a hand against Scaychie’s shoulder before pulling back and letting out an anxious laugh. ‘Oh, ah— Hah, you are real!’
‘I said that,’ Scaychie grunted.
‘Yes, but you may have been lying.’
Scaychie just shrugged.
‘Uhm...’ Keeyata shuffled again. Then offered another nervous grin. ‘I’m Keeyata. What’s your name?’
Again, Scaychie stared. And again, Keeyata edged forward.
‘Am I speaking?’ Keeyata asked. ‘Out loud?’
Scaychie sighed, and nodded. ‘Yes. Yes you are. My name’s Scaychie.’
‘Oh, that’s a nice name,’ Keeyata’s grin grew, before she held out a hand.
‘What do... do you want something?’ Scaychie asked. ‘Why are you...’
She trailed off as Keeyata slowly took her hand and gave it a timid shake.
‘What... is this?’ Scaychie asked.
‘Hello,’ Keeyata said, giving another shake. ‘Mother Tarasi said this was polite.’
‘How... is touching my hand polite?’ Scaychie grimaced. What kind of... weird custom was this?
‘I’m not sure,’ Keeyata responded. ‘I never understood it. But Mother Tarasi said to always do it when saying hello. Because it’s polite.’
‘Mm,’ Scaychie felt herself frown as she pulled her hand away. Then she leant forward and butted her head against Keeyata’s. ‘Well, uh.... Hello. I guess.’
‘Wh—‘ Keeyata’s eyes widened and she stumbled back, as if Scaychie had butted her hard. ‘What the fuck?!’
‘I was saying hello,’ Scaychie snorted. ‘That’s how dassens greet each other. Were you raised felinic or something?’
‘No, no, Mother Mairas was dassen,’ Keeyata replied. ‘But my brother and I are from Canis! With wolvens?’
‘Yes. Wolvens,’ Scaychie grunted.
‘Was that really how you say hello?’
‘Yes...’ Scaychie trailed off as she spied Linzor a little ways off.
Keeyata seemed to notice her tense, and glanced to see what she was looking at.
‘Oh! Linzor!’ Keeyata ran to her brother. ‘Linzor!’
‘What?’ Linzor growled.
‘Scaychie showed me how dassens say hello! Can I show you?’
Linzor rolled his eyes and gave a huff. ‘Fine.’
She headbutt Linzor so hard he fell over.
Goose... Bi. Poly. And the cutest basket weaver in the entire settlement.
Unhappy bubbles! Unhappy baby.
Although naga are born functionally blind, their sense of smell is still very acute and they can learn to recognise people and things by smell. They will blow large mucus bubbles and press them against people to sniff them.
These mucus bubbles are also used in an infant’s communication. As most naga language is visual body language, closed-eyed infants have a hard time communicating with their parents. Instead, they express emotions through their mucus bubbles. Happy naga babies will blow large bubbles, filling them with multiple breaths until they burst. They do this by breathing in through their gills and out through their nose. This can be uncomfortable for mothers who are breastfeeding, as the mucus sticks to their chests and (while they don’t often think of it as gross) if it’s not cleaned off properly it can cause irritation.
To express discomfort or displeasure an unhappy naga infant will, instead of crying, blow lots of small mucus bubbles into the water around them like floating tears. These bubbles will stick to most surfaces and are usually an unexpected menace for inexperienced parents to deal with. Most naga will grow out of this during their childhood, and rarely carry the habit into their teen years.
From birth, naga have what’s known as the “baby curl” instinct. Young, blind naga curl their tails around things and people and grip as hard as they are able. Once they find something they like to wrap around they will refuse to uncurl their tails, even in their sleep, until they find something else to hold onto. Parents usually wrap their children’s tails around their own arms, so that they aren’t separated.
The baby curl instinct may carry on after a young naga opens their eyes all the way into early childhood. This is considered the equivalent of a land-dwelling child sucking their thumb, and many naga children will have specific comfort items, such as blankets or toys, that make them feel most secure.
‘Oh, yes! Very okay!’ Keemi’Keemi nodded. ‘Keemi when you small, and parents give you three kisses on nose to make giggles!’
‘So your name is...’ Ka’harja hesitated.
‘Six giggle kisses!’ Keemi’Keemi beamed.
That's the thing with having a kind heart as an immortal. You love & then you lose them. & then you love again. & you know you should stop loving but you just can't help it, because the world is beautiful. Though sometimes, late at night, you wonder if love is worth the pain...
(but then, you wake up, & the morning is beautiful, & you can't help but let your heart soften, & feel love, & be kind. Even though you know it will hurt all over again)
‘You want to talk about what happened?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Talia. ‘I guess we have to, don’t we?’
‘I suppose we do,’ Dale replied. ‘Well.... First things first; do you like me?’
Talia looked away, focusing her gaze on the school yard and scanning the building for signs of students. ‘Yes.’
‘Do you want to date me?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ Dale asked, his fingers tapping on the wheel again.
‘I’ve been trying to decide all day,’ Talia admitted. ‘That’s why I didn’t want to talk about it sooner. Because I’m just not sure. It’s... overwhelming. And I’m sorry. I wish I had an answer.’
‘Hey, it’s alright,’ Dale replied, and she felt his hand rest on hers. When she turned, his gaze was soft, and kind, and full of love, and it made her heart wrench sideways and upside down. ‘You don’t have to be sure, yet. You can think about it.’
‘You’d wait for an answer?’ Talia almost scoffed. ‘That’s.... I don’t know how long it’ll take me. What if it takes me a week to decide?’
Dale shrugged. ‘Then I’ll wait a week for the answer.’
‘God, I want to strangle you! Stop being so sweet!’ Talia groaned. She caught a glimpse of Dale’s grin as she turned and dropped her head against the window with a huff. They both sat for a while, staring at the nearby buildings, before Talia let out an exasperated breath and turned back. ‘Dale?’
‘Thanks,’ she managed. ‘For being patient with me. I appreciate it.’
‘It’s alright,’ he replied.
Then the bell rang, and less than a minute later students were pouring out the doors into the yard.
‘Here they come,’ Dale said.
‘Oh, no, is that Jacob?’ Talia groaned— And then felt herself relax as Jacob waved goodbye and veered off in another direction. ‘Oh thank god. I did not want him being involved in this conversion.’
‘Yeah, talk about awkward,’ Dale gave a half-hearted laugh, which became much more genuine as Gavin pulled open the car door and leapt in. ‘Hey, Gav, how was school?’
‘Was alright,’ Gavin replied, throwing his bag in the foot-well and pulling on his belt. ‘What were you doing in mum’s bed last night?’
For god’s sake, Gavin! Talia almost screamed as she watched her son through the rear-view mirror. Have some tact!
Thankfully, Dale chuckled. Though it was awkward. ‘Just chilling.’
Gavin’s brow furrowed, and he looked confused as he stared at Dale. ‘Chilling?’
‘Yeah, chilling!’ Dale repeated. ‘Nothing wrong with two people just, you know, hanging out!’
‘In bed together?’
‘Yeah!’ said Dale, his voice cracking as he blushed. ‘Just two good friends. Hanging out.’
Gavin looked at his mother. Then to Dale. Then back and forth again before he rolled his eyes. ‘You asked her out, didn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ Dale admitted.
‘Like you said you would.’
Pretty sure I've posted this before, but I think it was back with the old post types and I'm gonna guess the formatting is all messed up so 😅 just gonna repost instead of looking for it!
A sadder scene from my book
‘I know,’ Dale replied. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I didn’t want Gavin,’ the words just came out, and she felt so guilty as she heard what she was saying... but she couldn’t stop as she continued, ‘I wanted— I tried— My parents didn’t let me get an abortion! And then— When Evan— When he broke up with me they said— They didn’t— Want— An unmarried mother in their— Their house—’
‘—Breathe, Talia,’ Dale reminded her.
‘I’m a terrible mother!’ she blurted.
‘No you’re not,’ said Dale.
‘I almost gave him away!’ Talia sobbed. ‘I was— I was going to give him away! But then I saw— I saw his face and I— I couldn’t! I couldn’t....’
‘Breathe,’ his voice was so soft Talia wasn’t sure he’d actually said anything. ‘You’re okay. You’ve done a good job.’
‘—Talia, listen to me,’ Dale interrupted. ‘You’re a good mother.’
She didn’t believe him. ‘But I was going to give him up.’
‘That doesn’t make you a bad mother,’ Dale replied. ‘Even if you had given him up. It wouldn’t have made you a bad mother.’
She swallowed, and rubbed her eyes. ‘I just.... After Evan left I didn’t know what to do.’
‘Whoa,’ Gavin leant back against the car seat. ‘There’s a lot about dating I don’t know yet.’
‘Well, you’re only eleven,’ Dale comforted. ‘Give it some time, and you’ll figure it out. No reason to rush.’
‘Right, you’ve had a lot of practice, haven’t you?’
‘Good,’ said Gavin. ‘You can teach my mum, then! She’s never dated anyone! Not since she had me! So she’s not very good at it and will need a lot of help.’
‘Gavin—’ Talia cut off with a sigh and eyed her son through the rear-view mirror. ‘Honey. Please. I’m not completely useless.’
‘Mmm,’ Gavin pulled a face, and Talia wasn’t sure whether or not she should have been offended. ‘When it comes to dating you kinda are.’
‘—I think you’re just bad at talking to people,’ Gavin continued. ‘Like. In general? It’s not something you’re very good at. Even with Trish and Anna you can get kinda weird and mean.’
‘Hey, Gav, keep the roasts for dinner,’ Dale cut in. Then he eyed Talia and gave her a cheeky grin. ‘Just because something’s true doesn’t mean you need to say it.’
‘Dale!’ Talia snapped, feeling her cheeks flush hot. ‘You boys— I swear to god! I will get out of this car right now and walk home if you don’t watch your mouths!’
‘We’re on the highway,’ Dale commented. ‘I’m going eighty.’
‘You think that’ll stop me?’ Talia put her hand on her seatbelt buckle and raised her brow. ‘You think I’m afraid to prove a point?’
Dale didn’t reply. Instead, he reached for the dashboard— And Talia heard the car doors lock as he pressed one of the buttons under the radio.
‘Smart choice,’ Talia commented, resting her hands on her knees.
‘Well, I want you alive,’ Dale chuckled. ‘You know. On account of the whole, loving you thing.’
Am relaxing right? This is how you do it right? Yeah. Yeah I think I'm doing it... *looks over at Scaychie for validation* Wow, relaxing is so stressful.
‘And your body?’ Calaga asked. ‘Is your body from the humans?’
‘No. This form is a gift from your kind; drawings of your old undead were given to me as thanks for a favour long ago, and I was finally able to become myself.’
Quick doodle of my girl, Distro! Being very sad over a painting of her son and step-daughter.
Sealia hasn't quite gotten the hang of turning "full seal" yet. But if she turns out to be as good as her mother is at shifting between her forms, she'll have it down in no time!
Excuse me but I do believe you've misread pack law 75. See those? Those are "L"s, not "S"s. You're supposed to kiLL rival pack members, not kiSS them. Okay? You understand now? Good.