Here's some more snippets from my story.. thing with Ermir and Dorian! For context on the last two parts, Dorian is forced to move out of the city. The last part is Ermir just reflecting when Dorian left.

Aaaa, I need to think of a title for the story. Any suggestions? :D 

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Ermir chuckled, taking Dorian's hand into his own and guiding the slender hand over a fret. Dorian had been struggling with playing the acoustic guitar for the longest time, and so, Ermir took it upon himself to teach the ravenette.

"Like this?" Dorian asked, softly strumming a chord.

Ermir softly smiled and nodded, "Just like that."

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"Don't leave me," Ermir begged, hugging Dorian close to his frail and delicate body.

The sun had already disappeared from the sky, on the complete other side of the world. The only sounds echoing off of the empty sidewalks and streets was the faint sounds of nature. The moon had risen and the sky was a dull shade of steel blue, slowly fading into a darker blue.

Dorian let out a quiet chuckle, the soft sound lingering in the air. "I'll be back."

"Dorian.." Ermir started, grasping at the ravenette's mustard yellow sweatshirt.

Dorian gently grabbed Ermir's hands, making the blonde let go of his sweatshirt. The ravenette already started pulling away. "I promise you that I'll be back."

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"Dorian," Ermir murmured under his breath, watching the whispy clouds roll by.

The sun had been on the other side of the sky, but the clouds were still lined with a dust pink. the moon had risen. The weather was pleasant with a soft, cool breeze blowing the plants in the wheat field.

"I miss you." 

I did not look at the other prompts, so this might have been suggusted before. Or something similar was suggusted.

There is a ghost that resides in _________. The ghost is only able to be seen by those who will die very soon. However, (Insert name) saw her five years ago, and never died. there were many close encounters, but no one knew why. The person still sees the ghost, who seems to be causing the accidents. But what if that's not the case? 

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Eula gently swiped her thumb over Bitty's chapped lips, pretending not to notice the anguish in her eyes. The pink eyes and pale skin of the latter were scarred with unmistakable tearstains, traced and deepened by the thin shadows and highlighted dyed purple by the faint bluish-purple glow of the lab's 'equiptment'.

Only the golden eyes that stared back didn't match the scene.

"Lala..." The words were choked out, raspy and painful, "Lala, please don't... P-please- I beg you, I'll do anything... Just please don't do it..."  

The golden eyes remained empty as a smile creeped up into their matching lips. It should've worked. That was what made her want to laugh; just a little while ago--heck, just days ago--and that kind of begging from the only person that meant anything in her life would've made her drop everything and desperately go over in an attempt to soothe the girl. It really should've worked this time too.

The corners of the golden eyes creased until the gold disappeared, as if to hide the hollow irony within.

"Sorry, Bitty. I'm afraid I can't." Her thumb continued its trek across Bitty's cheek. The pink eyes widened in horror.

"W-why? If someone's threatening you, I can-" 

"Bitty."

The pink eyes lowered, voice trailing off, and Eula's hand fell to her own side. The invisible red string that connected them was clipped before her eyes. For good. It was a done-deal. Absolutely over.

"I said 'I can't,' didn't I?" Her eyes were dark and yet still seemed to shine, glinting ominously against the dimness of the room. "I meant it."

Her eyes swept the dim room, as if to punctuate her sentence, and red button caught her eye on the control panel. It was impossible to see from where Bitty was currently situated, and as long as she didn't come any closer and was kept distracted, it would stay that way. Eula smiled, a gesture that went unnoticed under the cloaking dark. She slowly edged towards the button, all senses peeled for any strange occurrences.

"Lala, wh-why are you doing this? Answer me for real this time." Bitty's voice trembled, eyebrows scrunched up like she was pretending to be angry or commanding, or maybe both. It was just adorable. The smile sunk deeper into Eula's lips. Why? Did it really matter, why? When had it ever mattered before? Did it- No. Calm down. Eula shook her head lightly and the dark crawling-feeling under her skin dissipated, like ice to a blowtorch. She was no monologging villain, and certainly not some idiot who’d ruin her own plans by revealing them to a party that couldn't be trusted-- especially not when the other party was clearly dead-set against her own goal.

She forced out a cold laugh. 

"Quit playing around. It's over, Bridget." Bitty looked like she had just been slapped. 

"Bridget?" Disbelief and indignation rose in that usually-soft voice, actually making it sound angry for the first time. "Since when- What- Did you just- Why-???" She sputtered, seemingly incapable of forming a complete thought in frustration.

Eula internally punched herself, desperately forcing down the lid of the wooden chest that held her heart and those pesky left-over emotions with every mental ounce of strength she had left. Why did she have to say something so openly provocative??? Who knew what would happen if she let herself lose her cool here? That had been way too irresponsible! She exhaled and focused on her body, on steadily inching towards the button, biting back curses and forcing herself to retain a blank expression. Maybe… Just maybe, it was for the best, after all…

However, Bitty seemed to notice this strange behaviour and in an instant her eyes darted about Eula's direct sorroundings, and spotted the button. It all connected in that moment; her eyes widened, she lunged forward.

"LALA NO-" It was only a split second that Eula had to react, but pushing a button is so often easier than keeping someone from doing so. When the flurry of movement ended, there was only silence. Black, sickening silence. Eula removed her hand and the button stayed down, fixed in its "pressed" state. 

Suddenly, a wave of deadening sound rent the very air, pulsing through and rocking the ground like a violently hungry monster tearing to get in. A crack appeared in Eula's composure. The shaking and tension only let it spread; then silence again. 

But the damage was already done. By then, the crack had spider-webbed, wiggling itself into a thousand pieces, all threatening to shatter loose at the slightest breath.

A whimper stirred the thick silence.

And Eula broke.

A laugh tore from her throat, every last particle reverberating-- trembling in relief as she doubled over, her insides no longer threatening to burst open in the name of hiding that unwanted secret. It was over. She did it. Her laughter echoed and bounced around everything, tickling her into laughing again, somehow even harder.

"Lala-- no, Eula! How... How could you?" Bitty's torn voice drew her back to reality. It sounded painful, like getting those words out was ripping her throat apart, making the other girl grimace internally. She made no move of resistance when the gentle girl reached up and grabbed Eula's collar with all the force she could muster, wrenching -- or at least trying -- the sturdier-framed rebel. Eula's expression didn't change as she was fixed with a glare, eyes brimming with tears; her tiny frame trembling with anger and grief. Nothing came out of that golden-eyed face. She didn’t need to justify herself. Instead, she just watched, pretending as if she felt nothing as the girl she had once loved brokenly sobbed into her chest. 

Deep down, Eula knew it wouldn’t matter in the end. None of it would. It was simply never meant to be.

She raised her head, as if staring into the blackness would cue a hidden source of refreshing rain, or reveal the framework and machinery of a stage. But this was no play. The lab would not disappear, melt like undried paint under raindrops, no matter how hard they tried. Her empty yellow eyes dismally bore into the dark, thinking, but only faintly to tune out the sobbing. She wondered if she'd be ordered to kill Biddy next. If she would have to return to the tirn world outside and witness all she'd done. If she'd have to face the villagers some day. But she knew. Her time had not yet come.

Fleeting emotions, or even deeper affection, would only hold out -- linger helplessly in this world -- for so long. But this was all for The Cause; and The Cause would last for years to come. It was the beginning of something new and real, and would change everything for the better. She just knew it.

And so here was no going back, nor was there any room for compromise. 

[Fin]

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This is a snippet of something larger that I 'planned' but never really got anywhere with. I like the drama tho' :p

Any suggestions or feedback? Like, do certain sections sound clunky or odd? I was practicing with a different style so it's a bit new to me, and I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism!

She advanced closer, and let her forehead rest on the cliff. In a calm, dangerous sort of voice, she said, “I am done with your little games. Your terrors have driven that poor girl from Tregaron into a cave so she may die, but she is not dead. You feel her strong heart beating against your walls? I am no longer that poor girl. I am no longer the girl that wails for her people, or the girl that freezes in a scream, petrified.” She said the next part strong and clear. “I am Adira, and I am not afraid of you anymore.”

Silence stretched on for ages. Then she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks- “I am Adira, so know that I must do this, and I do it for my people.”