Progress

Characters: Ceron, Lynnaea
Timeline Spot: Pre-story; Lyn is 16-ish, Ceron is 18-ish
((Prompted/inspired by this.))

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"Lynnaea?"

She turned. "Wh--? Oh... hi."

"Are you alright?"

A look passed over her face, and he was surprised to recognize frustration in it.

"Yes," she said, a bit testily. "I'm... I'm fine." She trailed off at the last, though, and turned back to staring down at the water. A chill breeze blew over the surface of the lake, ruffling the feathers on her jacket, but she hardly seemed to notice. Ceron shifted uneasily, pushing his hands into his pockets to keep himself from pulling her back from the edge of the dock. It scared him to see her there, even if his mom did think she was getting better. It was slow progress, but it was still progress; Desiree was sure of that.

But Lynnaea could still slip. Not literally; the snow covering the dock was powdery softness. But...

His worries were interrupted as she spoke.

"Mama liked lakes," she said softly, her breath puffing out in mist in front of her. "I don't... remember much about her, since I was only five when she died. But I've been trying really hard lately to remember when they were all alive. And I remember we went to a lake one summer, when Alida was just two and I was four, and afterwards Mama said it was the best day ever and she could spend her whole... her whole life there."

Tears had gathered in her eyes as she spoke, and she wiped them away now with fingers red and dry from the cold. Ceron wasn't sure what to say or do, so he stood quietly beside her and watched the water lap at the legs of the dock or ripple whenever a stray fish not lethargized by the creeping winter cold broke surface to snatch at some perceived food.

Finally, she turned to him. She was smiling, if a bit woodenly. But he took it as a good sign, and smiled back.

"Alright, my nose is cold enough," she said. "Let's go back home."

He nodded, and as they turned to go, she took his hand and squeezed it. Just once, and then she pulled her hand back, but it left a shock of warmth that spread through his entire body.

"Thanks," she said. Her smile reached her eyes now, making them sparkle in an entirely mesmerizing way. He tried not to stare, but he knew that had Tyrus or Virgil been there, there would have been a great amount of teasing later about 'puppy dog eyes' and 'blushing like a tomato aaaaawwwww'.

Thankfully neither Tyrus nor Virgil -were- there, so he just smiled back, and nodded again. "You're welcome," he managed to say.

And they headed home.

Unafraid

This is just part of a little scene that was bopping about my head during work one day a few months back. I've had it saved in drafts for a while, heheh. I still like it, though, so here it is. VuV
It takes place the night before my little group of ~two dozen soldiers goes to confront the Big Bad. The two talking are my MCs, Lynnaea and Ceron (who are married). She has just admitted to being absolutely terrified (understandably).

Ceron is a soldier, and Marius is their leader.

Enjoy~

Lynnaea speaks first.

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"Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"But you've fought so many times..."

"And I have feared for my life every single time. I believe it's only natural. It doesn't mean I will refuse to fight--or worse, betray those who trust me and allow them to die in a fit of my cowardice. It just means that I have something--or someone, rather--whom I wish to continue living for."

A small smile tugged at Lynnaea's lips and she pressed herself closer to him. A thought occurred to her.

"Do you think Marius is afraid?"

There was a pause. And then:

"No. I don't think he has been afraid for a very long time now."

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Marius is an old, tired, sad man. V--V

Tune in for more~

<3 AmyLynn

It's the most wonderful time of the year~

No, not Christmas, you silly, silly people...

NANOWRIMO 2012!

Yes, November is arrived (a few days ago in fact), and I am yet again doing the craziness that is National Novel Writing Month. It's going excellently so far (I'm a few days ahead even!). I might even go for a one-and-a-half NaNo (75,000 words instead of 50,000) this year...
We'll see how I'm doing in a week or so though, heheh.

I've actually started a new novel this year, as Lighting the Shadows is coming along quite nicely (though still needs a good deal of work). This new one is called Tales of the Mysterious Shadowy Stranger and the chapters of it can be found here (as I post them, that is ;D).

If you care to follow along as I try to wade my way through a story I know very little about, (I'm 'pantsing' this year, basically), with a protagonist who knows less than I do, then give it a follow with yer electronic mail address and get yer updates all convenient-like. Or 'like' the page on facebook. Or both. :P

It's gonna be fun, I promise. xD
Tune in for more~
<3 AmyLynn

Introductory Lines

The first lines of each of the lovely characters of Lighting the Shadows~
Given in order of appearance.


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Leopold: [quietly] "She killed them."
Lynnaea: [gently] "I'm sorry."
Ceron: [conversationally] "Smells delicious... and who is that asleep on our couch?"

Rhett: [grandly] “Ah, Madam Lynnaea! How wonderful to see you on this fine and entirely uneventful night!”

Marius: [shortly] "Report."
Serena: [tauntingly] "Well... not quite."

And let's let the villains have a chance to say their bit:
Falesyia: [breathlessly] "Oh my dear, dear friends!"
Aniello: [furiously] "NO!"
((...okay let's let him try again))
Aniello: [amusedly] "Struggling will fare you no better than it has any of the others simply because you have Light to aid you, my dear Madam." ((yeah that's a bit more like him))
Caedi: [angrily, but weakly] "Just kill me already..." ((well that escalated quickly))
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Just sort of interesting to see how they all "introduce" themselves. ^^
Though Lynnaea's, Ceron's, and Falesyia's "first lines" will change if I include the prologue I'm considering...
Tune in for more~
<3 AmyLynn

"Cerynnaea" Part0

So this is kind of the beginning of Ceron and Lynnaea's relationship ("Cerynnaea" for short, lulzwordsandwich). Or at least it's the prologue to it. I hope to continue this as a little series of "fluff-lets" chronicling the 'ship as it grows. They're married in the novel itself, so I have a ton of potential material (years-worth) to work with, lol. d:

I absolutely love writing simple fluff like this, and it's been a while since I've had the chance (the parts of the novel I'm working on now are significantly more of the 'srs bzns'-type).

Anyway, hope you enjoy. :)

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                Nine-year-old Ceron Dalmor was sprawled out on the floor of his home's sunny little living room, engrossed in an intricate crossword puzzle, when his mother's voice interrupted his thoughts.
                “The Waylands are coming over again today.”

                “’Kay.” What was that word?

                “They’re bringing their niece.”

                “Mmhmm.” Ugh, it was right at the edge of his brain...

                “Her name's Lynnaea; she just came to live with them.”

                “Cool.” A 10-letter synonym for ‘sympathy’…?

                “She’s only about a year and a half younger than you, you know.”

                “Uh-huh.” It started with a C… Consideration? No, too many letters. And concern and care obviously had too few…

                “Your siblings are all too much older than she is, so I want you to play with her, alright? And be nice.”

                He sighed, making a face. That was always his job when there was company with little kids... “’Kay, Mom, I will,” he responded dutifully.

                “And she’s going to be in your school, so I want you to help her there, too, if you can.”

                He sighed harder. What was he, a babysitter? But he agreed again, hoping his mother was done now so that he could focus on this crossword puzzle. He’d figured out one more, but that blank ‘sympathy’ one irked him. He really preferred going in order.

                Of course this jumping around meant that he’d discovered there was a ‘P’ in the middle of the word he’d left behind. So at least that narrowed down the options quite a bit. But still the answer eluded him...

                Suddenly his mom was crouching down in front of him. He looked up, surprised.

                “Sweetie, Lynnaea just lost her father,” she said. “Just a few days ago, in fact. Mr. Wayland says she’s still in shock and easily upset. I know you’re a good kid, and I’m counting on you to be compassionate, alright? She really needs it right now.”

                Ceron blinked, and then nodded with all the solemnity a nine-year-old could muster. Desiree smiled and kissed the top of his head, ignoring his grimace (he'd decided recently that he didn't like that), and then stood. When she was gone, he looked back down at his crossword.

                He paused for a few seconds, and then smiled and slowly wrote “COMPASSION” into the blank.

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Tune in for more~

<3 AmyLynn

P.S. I would really appreciate some feedback on whether y'all readers think I should start posting some basic info on the characters/plot/world/setting, (in some creative manner that is not an info-dump), or if it's okay to just move along in this manner, posting things from their points of view and letting you guys figure stuff out yourself. Thank you~ :]