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alexseanchai) wrote2018-12-13 11:42 am
alexseanchai) wrote2018-12-13 11:42 am
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Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, and share seven sentences. Then tag 7 people who you know will see this to do the same.
From the one I was writing on yesterday:
From the one I was writing on yesterday:
Marinette pulled away from him and got slowly to her feet. "What am I supposed to call you?" she asked, looking over his brick-red chain mail tunic and the rapier in his other hand.And from my NaNo:
He grinned up at her, wide and Chat-bright, and winked. "Why, I'm your Chevalier, of course."
And there was a flat silver ring in her hand.
Marinette stormed around Mme. Bustier's desk and threw herself down, opening her purse to pull out her phone and drop in the ring and scritch Tikki's worried brow before snapping the purse closed again. "Peachy."
One moment, I was Chat Noir, watching my Lady toss two black-spotted pieces of red wishbone in the air. The next—Tag yourself!
Being swept up in the torrent of miraculous ladybugs didn't usually feel like jumping into a bonfire. And being released didn't usually feel so like the warmth of a fireplace and the laughter of friends.
—Speaking of friends.
"Marinette?" asked Ladybug, glancing at my ladybug-brought friend with wide eyes and creased brow, and something about her tone of voice—
"Adrien?" squawked—my own voice, as I'd heard it on recordings. Chat Noir's voice, coming from a familiar face wearing Chat Noir's mask, behind which those absurdly green eyes darted between Ladybug and Marinette and me and—I turned my head—there was no mistaking the face I saw in the mirror every day.
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