Progress report, Feathers, beaks, and the sick laughter of Murphy Chp 3 · 3:55pm May 19th, 2015
It's alive.
Now that school is over, I can devote more of my time to writing, my apologies for the unannounced leave of absence. Will a preview make up for it?
As always, content is subject to change. (I've also revamped the short and long description, check it out.)
“Gilda, I'm sorry for disrupting your morning and embarrassing you,” I tried to loosen my wrists out of her grasp with negligible success. “But I'm telling you the truth when I say that I had no hand in whatever horribly contrived, thrice cursed, twist of fate that brought me here. For the sake of both of our sanity, can we please just act like the last hour or so didn't happen?”
“She sounds sincere Gil, I think you should humor her.”
“I'm a guy ma'am.” I said, peering over Gilda's shoulder as she turned towards the unicorn who flashed her a wide-toothed smile. With the distraction ,I was able to slide my hands out of Gilda's talons. Thankfully enough, the bridge was pretty sturdy and didn't sway as I righted myself.
Gilda frowned, stood up, and thrust her ... something at my chest. - Seriously, do I call it a hand or a foot? I'll just go with “fist” as long as it's curled. Terminology isn't important. - I cringed and instinctively took a step back. “Ha! That's two for flinching!” Devon's third most used phrase rang in my head, though the complementary double jab to the arm didn't come. This earned me a growl from Gilda, making me wonder if she was more big cat than bird, she pushed her fist a bit closer.
“I'm Gilda, and the overly trusting mare behind me is Papyrus, our city’s librarian.” At the mention of her name, Papyrus stepped forward and lifted my hand with a hoof before she tapped if against my knuckle. She smiled again, and motioned for me to do the same with Gilda.
“Oh, my name is Charles, it's a pleasure.” Gilda's fist was much less coarse than I expected, but that was the last thing on my mind. I just scored a point for level heads everywhere! A host of butterflies made their way to the pit of my stomach, garnering a smile from me; with this behind us, we were going to get along just fine.
'Take that, Murphy! You have no hold over my luck!'
“Dweeb.”
The butterflies wailed in agony before they died.
And then he goes in for the kiss.
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Patience good sir, that's not until much later
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You heard the griffon. Be assertive and aggressive. Go for it! What's the worst that could happen?
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Do you want him to die just as this story is getting going again?
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I'm sure he'll be fine. Who doesn't like a little huggle? Griffons are cuddly, like cats.