Friday, February 12, 2016

Snazzy Snippets: Valentine Edition


In case you haven’t had your fill of romance yet, today I’m participating in Snazzy Snippets, a (normally) bi-monthly link-up hosted by Alyssa @ The Devil Orders Takeout and Emily @ Loony Literate. (If you are unfamiliar with Snazzy Snippets, here is a link to the explanation.) The prompts for today are:

A heartwarming snippet that makes readers go “aww!”
or
A kissing snippet
or
A snippet where love interests first appear together
(Applicable for both future or established relationships)

Since, as we covered on Wednesday, I am not a hugely romantic person, I don’t spend a lot of time attempting to write romance. This means whatever happens happens, and I just try to roll with it. However, I do have two characters, Jude and N, who will eventually be a couple. So once more, I shall be shoving them in your faces. (In case you’re new, welcome! These characters are from my Fantasy novel, DRACONIAN, also known as DSS. It features dragons, murder, revenge, and more. And if you’re wondering why I only include the initials for most of the names, it’s because I don’t like sharing my made-up names online.) 

I won’t be doing all three prompts this time, and I’ll be cheating a little on the two I do tackle. But you know what? It’s been a while since I’ve bent/broken the rules on my blog, and I’m feeling rebellious. 

This first snippet could (maybe?) fall under the “heartwarming” category. But it’s more a portrait of Jude and N’s relationship (in case I didn’t give you a good enough one in my Beautiful People post).


A smiles. “It’s a beautiful morning, is it not? Just listen to the birds sing—they know this day is wonderful.”

“All days are wonderful to you,” Jude observes, approaching from a half-hidden path. Just for a moment, I think I catch the faintest hint of sadness in his voice, yet I am unsure. 

Laughing under her breath, A leans over and grabs a silver decanter and a stack of wooden cups. An odd combination. With deft hands, she dispenses tea, straining the leaves out as she pours. “Help yourself.” She indicates the array of dishes on the table—boiled goose eggs, dark-brown bread stuck with seeds, piles of fresh greens—and my stomach rumbles. 

“Where is everyone?” I ask after the silence has held sway too long. 

A frowns. “Most are resting, I’m sure. After dancing till sunrise, they’re always tired. Others—” she coughs uncomfortably, “are biding their time. It may take a while for them to warm up to you. I’m sorry.” Her hands falter, and a teardrop of tea runs down the smooth side of a cup. 

“It’s okay,” I say, finding it difficult to make eye contact. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t intend to stay much longer. I only came because…” I’m not sure how to end that sentence. I’m not sure I want to. 

A clears her throat a couple times, seeming to struggle with her voice. “You don’t…have to leave just yet. You could wait a while.” 

“I’ll consider it,” I assent, only half-heartedly, wishing the wounded look on her face would go away. Clearly I do not belong here.

“Where do you plan to go?” Jude asks, seating himself beside me. I hadn’t noticed he was still standing, watching us and thinking indiscernible thoughts. I see them arranged beneath his bold brows, but I do not know what they mean. 

“I’m not sure,” I admit. “Just…far—far from here.” 

“Are you running away?” he asks yesterday’s question again, a little too innocently, like a dove with a snake in its eyes. 

“No,” I lie as I push away from the table. The ground is spinning, and my head is numb; I need to be alone.

“N,” he calls after me, but I ignore him as I press forward with the world all blurry around me and the air heavy on my shoulders like a mantle of lead. Despite the pain in my body that reminds me I am not well, I run for ages. Finally, though, I stop and fall to my knees on the verge of a dried-up stream lined with half-hearted blossoms. When I glance up, I see him—Jude. He must have followed me. 

Sighing, I pull my knees to my chest and hug my legs, shivering. If only I could tell him—if only I could tell someone—of the blood on my hands. Perhaps then it would ease the burden on my soul. But I can’t. 

Dried clay crumbles to dust beneath his boots as he joins me, lowering himself to the ground by my side. For a long while he just sits there, staring at the woods and the creek-bed and the marbled sky. Finally he turns to me. “You’re safe here, N,” he murmurs. “You know that, right?”

I pick a wilting flower and rub the limp petals between my fingers. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be safe,” I say. At least, not from myself.


This last snippet could fall under the “kissing” category, but, as you’ll see, it’s not actually a kissing scene. It’s the closest I have though, so we’re just going to go with it. (And in case my beta readers are confused, I’ve abbreviated it to remove spoilers.)


When I wake, it’s still too bright out for us to travel. Under the fading sun, I sit and study the others—the way Jude sleeps with his hands clenched into fists and the way K manages to curl herself into a tight ball, the way they breathe in and out in unison as though they are one entity. Maybe it’s my muddled, sickened mind getting in the way, but I feel a strange pang at this, when I see how peaceful Jude looks next to K. Lines of fatigue mark my face, and my boyish hair conforms to the will of the wind—I could never hope to be as beautiful as her. K may not be overly kind, but at least she is not a murderer like me—at least she is acting for the good of her people instead of for her own personal gain. In comparison with her, I struggle to believe anyone will miss me when I’m gone. 

Carefully, I fasten my cloak around my shoulders and stand, pausing a moment to get my bearings, to let the dizziness ebb. Then I lean forward and kiss Jude on the forehead, quickly, before I lose my courage. I don’t think I’ve ever told him how much I value his help, how much I truly have needed him all this time, how he’s always been there for me even when he has had no reason to be. How his loyalty and kindness baffle me. I’m not sure if this is true friendship or not, but I know I don’t deserve it. And I hope he will be able to understand why I have to leave without him. 

Allowing myself to stare at the two of them one last time is a mistake, I know, but still—I cannot deny myself this final glance. I want to imprint their faces in my mind—I want to memorize Jude’s black hair, his sharp jaw, the bronze gleam to his skin. I want to keep K’s unruly curls tangled around my thoughts. As I go to meet my death, I want my friends to come with me, but only in my heart. 



There you have it, my little coffee beans. Have you participated in this link-up/are you planning to? What are some of your favorite romances of all time? Are you doing anything exciting for Valentine's Day? 

12 comments:

  1. oMG THAT LAST LINE OF THE HEARTWARMING SNIPPET. I am dead, do you hear me? That was too beautiful and I am DEAD. The kissing scene was also the sweetest but also super morbid. I love that these are so ominous!!

    Thank you for linking up with us, Liz :D :D

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    1. Aww, thank you! I'm glad you liked them! :) And I'm glad you think the kissing snippet was sweet and morbid, because that's what I was going for. :D Also, ominous is good. *gives you coffee beans*

      You're welcome, and thank you for co-hosting the link-up! :D

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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  2. "a teardrop of tea runs down the smooth side of the cup" I love the imagery here!

    "thinking indiscernible thoughts" Haha! I love this. I already ship them. :D

    But that last snippet is good too. I don't think I can choose a favorite. The ending of each just grips you and won't let go. And N makes me so sad. But I love it!

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    1. Aww, thank you! I enjoy working with imagery. :)

      *happy dance* I'm glad you ship them--I was worried they would come across as too dysfunctional. :P

      I'm so glad you liked them! This comment made my day. :D Yay for sadness. :D Thank you!

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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  3. Oooh, I loveeee both of them! You have a good way with words. *nodnod*

    Did you abbreviate some of then names or are they really named "N" and "K?"

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    1. Aww, thank you! :D You're so sweet! *gives you coffee beans*

      "N" and "K" are just their initials--I don't tend to share my made-up names online. But I can see where that could get confusing. :P

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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  4. "I want to keep K's unruly curls tangled around my thoughts"

    What amazing descriptions, and enticing snippets - such a good little blog, and response to the link-up :) Your writing is exquisite, the imagery is just so capturing and I already feel connected with the characters from just a few paragraphs O.O

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    1. Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :) That means a lot to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH. *composes self*

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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  5. These are gorgeous! Especially that last one. Oh I love this book already. And these characters, they're just so sweet together. Plus your writing in general is just so beautiful. Thank you for sharing these. I loved them!

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    1. Aww, thank you! :) I'm so glad you liked them! And aww, that means so much to me! AS;LFAKJSFLK;JS;FLS You're welcome, and thank you once more! :D

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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  6. Aw, this is all morbid and interconnected and cute and stuff. BUT I AM SUSPICIOUS OF ALL THE ABBREVIATIONS EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON. *squinty eyes* All the awesome must compound, huh...

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    1. I'm glad you liked it! My writing definitely errs on the side of morbidity, and I wouldn't have it any other way. :)

      Be suspicious. Be very suspicious.

      Thanks for commenting! :)

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