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Hello my lovelies! I am back from Nepal. I had a great time, though the trek itself was incredibly challenging, both physically and mentally. I took lots of photos of Kathmandu to use for world-building for Memories and Magic, and I think the change of atmosphere gave me some space for news ideas to come through as well. Though if I implement one of them, and it makes a lot more sense to do so than not, then the title Memories and Magic won’t make any sense anymore. The whole “memory” aspect will no longer be a plot point. But on the other hand, Mathias could have his own POV, like back before when he was Max and Max had his own POV.
Now it’s time for the WIPpet. I have 20 lines, which was supposed to be the date plus the month, except now I realise we are not still in February (I was working out this excerpt late last night). Just… let’s roll with it for now? It’s a longer excerpt than you would usually get from me, so that’s nice, right?
In this scene, Clara, Mathias and Jana are out when Clara has a bit of a scare, so she goes and buys herself a drink to give herself some liquid courage for the rest of the night. In the action immediately prior to this, she is served by a strange man who doesn’t actually look like he is supposed to be behind the bar, but Clara doesn’t question it too hard.
She blinked. She was definitely feeling better, but it was awfully hot. It had been hot before but this was something else.
She looked at Mathias again. Her vision was blurring, but she thought he was frowning at her.
“Bloody hell, what was in that?” He prised the cup from her hand, marched the few paces to the door and tipped the rest on a pot plant just outside. Clara frowned. Why was he in such a mood? He returned, and placed his hands on her shoulders, studying her face.
“Clara, are you all right? Can you hear me?”
“I’m all right,” she said, leaning into him. Her words came out slow and sluggish. “Thanks for watching out for me. You’re always looking after me, aren’t you?”
Her head was on his shoulder now, and she was looking up at him through her eyelashes. Wasn’t there something else people did in these circumstances? Oh… of course.
By now, her coordination was nearly all gone but somehow she managed to move her head in the necessary upward motion to press her lips against his. She felt him stiffen against her and less than a second later, he pushed her away. Even through her haze, she could see the expression on his face was one of disgust. Was that how he felt about her?
She tried to speak again, but found her throat had dried out and her voice gone. Instead, she reached one hand towards him, perhaps to stroke his cheek or push back a bit of his hair.
What she might have done didn’t matter much, though, because that was when her knees buckled and Mathias’ hands on her shoulders were the only things stopping her from falling in a heap.
Fun fact: Mathias is asexual and there’s an awkward conversation in his and Clara’s near future where he doesn’t really know what to say but once he explains, Clara is mortified at herself. Though they do have to sort out this whole issue with the probably poisoninig first.
How have you guys been going? Tell me things about your recent writing!