For the last few years, at every writers’ conference I’ve attended, the hottest topic has been social media. Writers crowd these sessions like medieval pilgrims seeking miracles at a shrine. They seem convinced that with just the right piece of information, they can use social media to promote themselves into writing stardom.
As soon as the doors were
closed, Lux let out a yell.
“I’m going to lose it!” He collapsed against the chaise and threw his hands up.
Ela sighed and nodded slowly. “I don’t blame you.”
She glided to the seat next to Lux, patting his thrown-out hand. Suddenly Lux’s voice screeched out.
“Mirna! Mirna, Get in here!”
Instantly the doors opened and two ladies waltz in. The lead was the taller, coming near the height of Lux himself. Her dark hair naturally curled itself in long huge tendrils. Her glassy brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at the prince.
Behind her was a slightly smaller girl with the same nightly hair. Though naturally straight, it came down to the same length. They were matching outfits styled with black plaited skirts, button shirt down shirts and black blazers. Clean with sharp edges, their steps were matched as they walked in.
“Moja visina” They bowed in unison. (***)
“Mirna! Please say you have something! I can’t actually go!” Lux yelled.
Ela sighed with one of the girls, the one with the straight hair, stood by her side. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just nervous.”
Lux sat up with a glare directed at her. “I am not nervous. School hasn’t changed in the last hundred years.”
“Then it’s the people there that you’re afraid of.” Mirna answered in a flat tone.
Everyone looked at her, Ela worried and Lux with his mouth wide open. After a moment, Mirna’s sister spoke up.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be right by your side. No one will punch you in the face.” She reassured.
“How about a sword through my heart?” Lux stared the girl down, his face no longer as intense.
The room was quiet. Mirna sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I won’t let that happen. I promised your father that nothing would happen to you.”
He pulled away from her and stared at a painting off to the side. “He doesn’t care. Now on earth, he doesn’t care. I’m nothing more than a pawn for him to move about.”
“He does care.” Ela rebutted quickly.
The other two girls turned to her. Lux didn’t. He kept staring at the painting. Ela sat by his legs and waited for him to notice her. He turned immediately.
“Your choice is still yours, and that’s what makes him anxious. But in the end-”
“My choice affects everyone we’ve ever come to know.” He finished coldly. The room stayed silent. He looked to Mirna. “Everyone that followed me through the fall, the retribution and war, it’s now all on me to fix that.”
I love the show Lucifer. It makes me laugh, makes me feel in ways I didn’t want to.
But among it’s brilliance, one thing bugs me. Lucifer himself in the Cain storyline in season two. All he does is complain that his father doesn’t listen to him, and yet watches all and is the person behind everything. Still, then he is constantly calls his dad’s attention right before doing something dickish. Like when he was going to hell to grab Abel’s soul and bring it back. Yeah, Cain and Abel.
So, he makes a big deal that it will make his dad furious and then right before he flies real fast to grab the soul, he calls for his dad. That’s like me calling for my mother before breaking the pyrex (China glassware) right in front of her.
He’s a big boy and yet he constantly does this. I get it though. It suppose to prove him wrong in the sense as, “No god is listening to you” stick but still! It’s humorous and it makes me furious at the same time, but that’s the devil for ya.I just want him to learn, is that so much to ask for?
I am seriously so done with being sick. It’s been forever and a half (only three or four days) and just going through it is enough. For the past couple of days I was either asleep or working and I felt completely useless. I didn’t really eat, I slept a shit ton, drank a case of water and was carrying a drugdealers amount of pills.
Nightquil, tylenol, tylenol PM, my regular pills, nasal swabs, I swear if I had been searched at any point I would have been suspended. Plus if that wasn’t enough, I was constantly using the little bit of brain power to keep track of what time it was and which pill had to be ingested.
Today though, after a good morning with a dehumidifier, I can gladly say I am feeling 100% better. No sore throat, my voice is sort of back, my headache is gone, no more chills, I am SO DONE WITH IT ALL!!!!
In other news that I want to to squeeze in, Most Basic Story Yet has been updated to the correct part (Whoopsies!) so sorry for anyone who read it and was thoroughly confused about what happened. I’m sorry. Also, vacation Descendants will be suspended for the moment. I can’t stand the franchise at this point and I’m more con
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the proper next part to The Most Basic Story Yet.
Still on the first floor was a round of seats assembled, matching the room’s aesthetic, and waiting were his parents. Lounging with her feet up on the ottoman, his mother had her eyes closed with the sunlight pouring right on top. Her gentle chocolate curls shimmered in the spotlight, and long slender fingers moving ever so slightly to brush them. The rest of her was no different, having more of the appearance of a twenty-year-old than a near forty-year-old one. Still, the minute she could hear his footsteps her long lashes fluttered open and he was greeted with a disarming smile. It was hard to be annoyed by the servant while looking at her, the joy from just being near her was already intoxicating.
His father stood by, looking around in thought. His hair didn’t have much curl to it rather it took on volume for it’s beauty. It was cut asymmetrical and the left side showed off the man’s natural highlights. Dressed in a royal suit, small badges and awards twinkled together as he turned. His eyes don’t hold as much joy as his mother did, rather focusing on the boy uneasily.
When Lux came to them, he bowed swiftly from the waist. “Father. Mother.”
“My darling.” His mother whispered in glee. She raised her hand as high as she could, and he met her there to allow a soft caress of the check. They shared a brief smile together.
His father coughed. “Has everything been packed?”
Lux broke away from his mother. “Yes. Everything is packed. There is just one more thing to consider.”
His parents waited.
“I don’t want to go.”
His mother slouched further in the chair while his father took a steady breath, holding onto the chair as he did.
“This is not up for discussion Lux. You chose the school and now you must follow through.” His father answered sternly.
At his side, Lux balled his fists. “I didn’t know a bunch of nobodies were going to be there. I don’t want to deal with them.”
His mother gave him a sympathetic look.
“You don’t want to deal with them or what you had done?” His father snapped back, waving a finger in his direction.
“Them.” Lux said loud and quick.
His mother stood up and placed herself between them. “Gentlemen, please. This is no time for fighting. Haven’t we all done enough of it?”
His father shot him a hard look. “I’m not sure. Lux?”
Lux shot the hard look right back, his rage boiling his insides. “I am not forcing anyone to do anything. It was their choice-”
“You are the reason they were sent here!” His father stepped past the mother and came right to Lux’s face, not mercy and sympathy anywhere on his face. “Your words have much more power and you know that.”
On his face, a grin broke on it. Slippery and sly, Lux leaned away from his father. “Anybody can sing, but it takes a real musician to get the crowd going.”
A hard slap echoed in the chamber and Lux stumbled back.
The mother instantly repositioned herself in front of her husband, frantically looking back at her son. “Antun, Antun! We mustn’t hit. He is egging you.”
“He knows better.”
The grin on Lux’s face slightly disappeared, the stinging sensation spread across his face and the feeling of cold metal pricking his nerves. His body curled itself but at the same time tried to position it to attack back. The sensation of want raced through the boy at lightning speed, sparking nerves and sending distant memories to his brain. He covered his mouth and looked at his parents.
The doors to the gallery burst open with a gust of wind rushing in past the two people entering.
“Princess Antonela Aklina Vitezic, your majesty.” The servant bowed and quickly vanished, closing the doors.
A small girl walked to the King, her dark hair flittering around her shoulders by the gust of wind. She smiled brightly at him, her chocolate eyes warm to the sight. The dress she had on was bright yellow and slowed around her ankles, which had a pair of shorts seen underneath when the girl spun around. When she was done she bowed playfully and laughed, her father joining her.
“Ela.” He embraced her in a small hug.
Ela turned to her brother slowly retreating to the wall. “What are you doing Lux?”
He rolled his eyes and removed his hand from his mouth, licking his lips for any blood. “Just speaking my mind, that’s all.”
Ela shook her head and pulled him away from the wall. He didn’t try to resist. She looked between the two men with a smile. “I heard the slap.”
The room went silent. Their mother sucked in a harsh breath.
“It was nothing.” Lux corrected standing straight. “Don’t worry yourself about it.”
Ela laughed into her hand. “I wasn’t. Knowing you, you probably deserved it.”
The parents suppressed a smile from their faces, just barely.
“Be nice you two.” Their father squeaked out.
Taking the mother’s hand, the parents made their leave in silence. The children watched as they go.