Hello!
It’s been tough trying to get back into writing, but I’m slowly inching my way back. I have gotten some stuff done, but have little to show for it considering it’s the stuff I don’t post here. Not to mention I just haven’t been feeling the prompts lately. Nothing’s jumping out at me, but I feel like that’s more a problem with my motivation than anything else. I just need to power through it.
So power through it I will.
This post will chip away some of Paola’s outer layers and give us a better look at her as a character. Here’s to some meaningful development and figuring out where her story will take her now that she’s helped Videl.
Prompts: Surly/Unpleasant, Chilly demeanor – courtesy of Our Write Side, as usual, & “You can’t be here.” – #ThursThreads
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“You can’t be here. You know that, right?” It’s been months since I’ve heard Max’s voice, and to be honest they’re the last person I want to see right now.
“Pshh. What’s it going to do, kill me?” I look at the signs warning of radioactivity everywhere. There’s no one for miles because of those signs. And nowadays I find this is the only place I can go to for some peace of mind.
“Fair point. But wouldn’t your father be worried?” The angel approaches, settling onto the curb beside me.
“He doesn’t know. Obviously.” Shooting a glare at Max, I continue. “And no one is going to tell him, right?”
“Of course not. But you should probably reconsider your new hobbies.” They cross their arms before leaning forward to rest against their legs. “Last thing we need is people getting suspicious and catching wind of your, um, condition.”
“You say that like it can be fixed.” As if immortality can be turned off with a switch. Believe me, I’ve tried. “But fine. I’ll be more careful or whatever.”
Silence hovers around us for a beat before they speak again.
“I haven’t abandoned you. You know that right?” Max doesn’t wait for me to respond. “You’re a special case, Paola. It’ll take some time to figure out how to help you, but I will.”
I don’t respond – there’s nothing I can say – yet angry words linger in my throat.
Max stands and reaches out, offering me a hand. “I promise.”
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And that’s how you kill three birds with one stone. I don’t mix prompts often, but when I do it’s because I’m hella lazy.
Dont’ forget to check out the other submissions to the prompts!
As always, think happy thoughts!
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