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Theoretically I will come back to this post to edit it some more, but in case it slips my mind: WELCOME! K.L. Schwengel is awesome. At least this week I’m not late. 😛

Math: date this will post mashed with the actual WIPpet Wednesday date = 12 paragraphs

(Happy Birthday to Shan’s son and Fallon’s son. I hope you boys have nice days.)

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

  • Arvid suffered some serious burns to her feet.
  • Arvid and Tai kissed.
  • Tai left the shack before Arvid woke up from her pain killer-induced slumber.

She waited by the fire throughout the day, stirring the porridge while she kept it warm for him, applying fresh woundclose to her feet, sharpening her weapons, or sewing a sack with a loop to hang on her belt. The dimness of sunset filled the shack before Tai returned. He walked in the door and sat down without looking at her.

Smiling, she ducked her head to try and make eye contact. “Did you have a nice time training? I could hear you from here.”

Tai stared into the fire.

She watched him for signs of pain. His breathing looked steady, but not counted, his color even with no pronounced blood vessels, his stance relaxed. So no injuries.

“I made you favorite: porridge! Mmmmm… The same porridge we have day after day after day…” She tried her smile again, teasing.

He took the bowl and ate without looking at her.

“Tai, is something-“

He finished in three bites and handed back the bowl. Without a word he went to the barrel.

Arvid turned her face away before his trousers dropped. A bitter suspicion pricked at her belly. She shoved it out of her awareness while she washed the pot and dishes. Baths cured irritability, soothed headaches and sore muscles, and removed the disgusting slime of sweat and dirt that resulted from a hard day of training. Maybe they removed taciturn moodiness as well.

Finished with her chore, she waited in the bedroll until Tai laid down with her. Turning to face him, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Tai’s eyes kept away from hers, his face turned to the side. It felt like someone else shared the bedroll with her. Where Tai smiled and pulled her close, this man frowned and kept his arms to himself.  She searched his face for some explanation. Two days ago, he kissed her with fervor that threatened to undermine her self-discipline but this felt like disdain.

The egg of suspicion hatched into certainty. Horrible squiggly feelings wormed their way around her stomach, forcing her to swallow down the sick of rejection or risk vomiting. She deserved to be crowned the queen of fools, letting her heart get wrapped up in someone who reduced her value to physical matters. Maybe he was right. With her failure, maybe her remaining worth lay in her ability to do what he wanted. She rolled to face away from him. She needed to keep some of herself for herself. If that meant he hated her, so be it. Nevertheless, she struggled to keep tears from falling.

Femme Pleurant à la Fin du Jour by Henry Daras, 1918

Femme Pleurant à la Fin du Jour by Henry Daras, 1918

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Running late again. I tell ya! When these stubborn characters don’t want to go through something, they can really clam up. I did get them talking in exchange for adding a bit more warmth to an earlier scene, but not until very late last night. By the time I finished writing, I needed to go to sleep. (In Arvid and Tai’s defense, yesterday was a Day. One of my kids was special needsing all over the place. Anyway…)

Thank you, K.L. Schwengel, for hosting WIPpet Wednesday. 🙂

Math: second digit of date – first digit of date = 6 – 2 = 4 pargraphs

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

  • Arvid suffered some serious burns to her feet.
  • Arvid and Tai kissed.

The process of treating her burns, much to Arvid’s relief, turned out to be less painful than the injury to her arm. Her supply of slumberbark helped with that. She worked quickly to keep from passing out under the influence of the drug before she finished, giving her feet a scouring even Mother would call adequate. By the time she wrapped the rags soaked in woundclose tea around her feet, it took extreme concentration to get her eyes to focus for the task.

She refused to trust Tai with the debridement, given his obvious lack of experience with treating his own wounds, but she kept hoping for him to come back to help with tying on the bandages. Her fingers felt slow and clumsy and her eyes blurred every few heartbeats. She got them tied, somehow, and slipped into dreamless sleep before he returned.

With the drug keeping her senseless, she missed it when he laid down with her and woke late and alone. It gave her a sad, empty feeling, as though their months of close cuddling to ward off the cold conditioned her to need to wake with his arms around her in order to feel she slept well. She heard him practicing his fighting in the distance and supposed the warming days gave him a sense of urgency about assuring his skills stayed strong. She didn’t blame him, but it was unfair of him to do it while she couldn’t walk. She wanted to watch, to see how fast he moved when he fought a tree or rock, or some other opponent he need not worry about killing on accident. And maybe just to ogle. Ogling, instead of concentrating on learning, for a change, sounded nice.

She shook her head to clear the thoughts and set about checking her burns. She needed to be careful. They made it this far without slipping up. To give in now would be like wearing an opponent down to the point of breaking only to step back and let him deal the killing blow without protest.  She wanted to go home and she wanted to be accepted when she got there. Even if none of the elders knew of it, she would feel the shame. As for Tai, he would go home and find women lined up to marry him. Women who spoke his language and knew how to say the things men liked to hear.

As a bonus, I’ll let you have the little snippet I warmed up for Tai in exchange for him goading Arvid into talking for me. I warmed it up for Arvid, too, but she claims it was solely embarrassment and the fear that I would heat up another such scene that got her to loosen her jaw hinges, and not any true enjoyment thereof. As for context, the literal fire is a direct result of this, though that would take some ‘splaining and spoilerin’ and I’m late as it is.

 A gust of wind swept in under the door. Tai’s shivering increased. Arvid straddled his lap to wrap her arms and legs around him, pulling the blanket tight around the both of them, and rubbed his back with fast, hard strokes to create friction to warm him. He pulled her to him, mashing her chest into his, close enough for her to feel his heartbeat His breath fell hot on her neck, swirling across her skin and, despite the frigid air’s best attempts to steal all warmth, dipped below the neckline of her dress. His day’s growth of stubble traced the length of her neck a moment before his teeth did the same, pulling together into a kiss, followed by another, and another.

 

bandage

So, if you ever need it, a contributor who goes by Syker Fotograf uploaded an entire series of photo instructions for properly bandaging one’s foot to Wikimedia Commons.

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What’d I tell ya? As soon as Tai finished telling his POV, Arvid piped right up. In case you missed last week, Arvid was being tight-lipped for a while there, so I got Tai to talk to me instead, but don’t expect me to make a habit of sharing his POV. This isn’t his book. There IS another scene I particularly like from his POV coming up, but he takes five times as many words to tell it as Arvid, so it may end up being a hidden post only for the very interested among you, if you are interested. That’s not for a while yet, though. If you missed Tai’s little spiel and want to read it, here’s a handy dandy link for you.

Thank you, K.L. Schwengel, for hosting WIPpet Wednesday. 🙂

Tai would like to thank Trip and Fayth for the commiseration and booze. He still has a bit of a headache, but he feels the opportunity to get good and drunk was worth it under the circumstances. He hopes your hangovers will fade with merciful speediness. (And if either of you knows of a good chaser, he’s all ears.)

Arvid would like T’Pol to know she had a lovely time. The tea was delicious and that neck pinch move is brilliant. She hopes they’ll have the opportunity to spend time together again soon.

Math: month – first digit of date = 8 – 1 = 7 paragraphs

Character descriptions:

KIANO Some of you have not met Kiano yet. Kiano is Arvid’s older brother. He’s essentially the battle-hardened guy version of Arvid. He’s about 5’11”, has well-honed fighter muscles, and a decent number of flesh-wound scars. Smooth jawed, long-haired.

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

There was a big fire. Arvid almost died in it. Tai kissed her like WOW. She kissed back.

Arvid felt the warm, spring sun filtering in through the cracks in the walls, telling her the cold snap ended sometime during the night. The soles of her feet stung with mounting infection. She needed to treat them today, or risk losing them. With her limited supplies, that meant scouring with shineweed and soaking in woundclose tea. Scouring burnt skin meant jaw-clenching pain and the courage to inflict it on herself since she doubted Tai knew the proper method. That meant a strong dose of slumberbark and slumberbark meant vulnerability. She hoped Tai knew better than to take advantage of her.

She reached her fingers and toes away from each other to loosen the tightness caused by her struggle against the fire the day before. To her surprise, she pressed into nothing as she stretched. No warm, firm body inhibited her movements. She propped herself on her elbow to look around the shack. Tai sat in the weapons corner with his back to her, rubbing his quarterstaff with a cloth to polish the surface.

Ignoring the pain lancing up her legs from her feet, she rolled onto her belly and rested her chin on her folded arms to watch him. The memory of their kiss sent a pleasant tingle along her spine. She wondered if he could tell it was her first real one. Years ago, not long after her coming of age rite, Kiano’s best friend at the time took it upon himself to make sure she knew how a man tasted, but Kiano brought an abrupt end to the kiss with a fist to his friend’s jaw. After that, she ignored men and they ignored her until the announcement of her new rank.

She brushed her fingers across her lips. Tai’s kiss, though satisfying, left her craving another, but here in this isolated place, alone with him all the time, it made her nervous, too.  If he kissed her like that again, she might crumble and disgrace herself. If that happened, she would lose the last shred of respect she held for herself.

He turned toward her. Her heart sped up and she found herself focusing on his lips. Bother the risk. She wanted another kiss. She smiled at him. Shyness kept her from initiating, but she wagered he knew an invitation when he saw one.

Without meeting her eyes or returning her smile, he stood, staff in hand, and walked out the door. She watched him go, confusion filling her. Yesterday he wanted… But now he walked away from her just like that. No greeting, no explanation, no smug smirk. Arvid sat up and wrestled against the bewilderment, wondering what caused this complete reversal.

Her feet itched and seared, reminding her where her priorities needed to be. Figuring out why Tai’s behavior changed had to wait. Setting aside the feeling of rejection, she gathered what she needed and set about treating her burns.

This video has nothing to do with the post. I just like the song and was feeling too lazy to sift through potential images to find one to go with the post. I think some of you will find it amusing.

To join WIPpet Wednesday…

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