Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I finished the first draft of Dance with the Devil last week, but I’ll still be sharing from that for now. Let’s see, where did we leave Devil last week? Oh, yes, Devil asked Icarus to stop because he needed time to process everything he was saying. I’m jumping ahead a bit here. Devil is all healed up, and he and Hawk are finally getting onto the same page. After a ride and a talk, they’re back at the clubhouse and rather into each other…until they realize they have an audience.
A whistle broke out just as we hit the steps, and I jerked my head to the side and saw Trace, Birdie, and Arrow leaning back against the wall. I groaned but Hawk laughed and pressed another kiss, a softer one this time, to my forehead. “Hold our place,” he murmured. “We’ll have to pick it back up later.”
He stepped back from me, and I turned back to the other three. “You all suck donkey ass,” I said and retreated toward the basement steps. If I couldn’t be with Hawk now, I needed to find another way to work this all out of my system.
I heard Birdie laugh as I headed down the stairs. “Come on, Devil,” she called, “we know you still love us.”
The hell of it was, I did, and I couldn’t quite stop the smile despite the frustration filling me.
Ah, Devil and his colorful language. One of the reasons I loved writing him so much.
Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. This is just a little farther along in the scene from what I shared last week. Devil has finally admitted something to Icarus that he’d been trying to hide(maybe even from himself) for quite a while.
“Do you really think we didn’t know? Hell, Bull and I have known Hawk loved you from the moment he recruited you. If we truly had a problem with it, neither of you would be here.”
My hand shook as I brought it up to cover my face, but Icarus reached out and took it, bringing it back down by my side. “No need for that,” he said softly. “I know he’s told you, Devil, but none of us have a problem with him, or with you, or with the two of you together. You don’t have to-“
“Stop.” My stomach was tied into such tight knots; it wasn’t doing anything to help my pain level. “Just stop, Icarus.”
Why does Devil insist he stop? Why did he think they’d have a problem? Is he going to stop hiding from how he feels?
And good news: I finished the first draft of this on Tuesday! I’d hoped to have it finished back in December but that obviously didn’t happen. I won’t start editing it until at least March and I’ll probably start posting it to Wattpad in April or May. In the meantime, you could catch up on the first two if you haven’t read them.
Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. Last week, I left Devil refusing to take any pain medication after he’d been beat up pretty bad. A lot were wondering why he wouldn’t just take them, so here’s a little look into what’s going on his head. This picks up right after last week’s:
I started to laugh, but it ended in a groan, and I fell back against the bed.
“Take the damn pills,” she said, repeating Bull’s words. “I’ll dole them out to you on a schedule if it makes you feel better, but either way, you aren’t your brother. Taking them when needed isn’t what turns you into an addict.”
I still hesitated. I might not be my brother, but there was no way to know that I didn’t have that same thing in me that had made him an addict. Since the first time Andy had gone down that path, I’d avoided taking anything I didn’t have to.
But, Medusa held the pills out until I finally took them from her hand. I still hesitated, but when she didn’t move away, I set them in my mouth and downed them with the water she held out to me, too.
“That’s a good boy.”
I’m getting really close to finishing this story. On the final battle, so just need to get through that and the end. But, I’ll keep posting from this one at least through March, since I’ll be writing the next one for the A-Z Challenge in April.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. I’m just about to write the climax of this story, and the next one will be what I’m writing for this year’s A-Z challenge in April. I’m still plotting out what will happen in each of those posts/scenes but will hopefully start writing them soon so I can have them ready to go. But, I won’t be sharing from those until they start going up on the blog, so even if I finish Dance with the Devil before that(and I plan to), I’ll keep sharing from it until then. This is a little further on in the scene, Medusa’s examined Devil and Bull came in with bad news about Devil’s bike. And now Devil’s refusing to take anything for the pain.
“Take them, Devil,” Medusa said, her voice soft, as if she understood what my struggle was. “I know you’re in even more pain than you’re letting on, and they’ll help.” She went silent, but I still didn’t take them.
“Damn it, Devil,” Bull said and slammed the bucket down on the floor, “stop being stubborn and take the damn pills. It doesn’t make you weak. Refusing them when they’re needed makes you stupid.”
“Eric,” Medusa said softly, surprising both of us, “let me talk to him.”
Bull huffed out a breath, but he turned and walked out of the room. She shook her head once the door closed. “Should’ve named him teddy bear,” she murmured.
Why is Devil refusing the medication?(I know, and if you read Into the Sun you might understand, too) Will he end up taking it? What is Medusa going to say to Devil? Is Bull really just a big teddy bear?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. This is a few paragraphs down from what I shared last week. Medusa is basically the club’s live-in medic. Flint was her husband.
“I’m fine,” I said, but I winced as I shifted on the bed.
“I’d say you’re far from it, Devil. You know, I heard the end of your conversation.”
I had to keep myself from wincing at that, too. What would she read into it? “What about it?”
To my surprise, she smiled at me. “I used to snap at my Flint like that, too, you know? Whenever I was afraid he was getting too close to my raw spots. It never stopped him, either.”
What’s going to happen next? Is Devil going to be fine? Will Devil and Hawk be okay? I’ll have more next week.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. I still haven’t finished writing this one(didn’t work on it at all this week), though I’m getting closer. Maybe by the end of the month. For now, I have 10 sentences from the next chapter. Devil’s worried about his position in the club since he keeps getting into trouble.
I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and I hated it. “They haven’t made a decision yet,” he finally said. “They wanted to talk to you before they do.”
“What do you mean ‘they’? You’re part of the board, too.”
“And they all know what my decision will be, no matter what you did or didn’t do. I offered to sit it out, knowing I can’t be unbiased.”
“The good of the club, right?”
Hawk stared at me for a moment then shook his head and said, “Sometimes you can be such an idiot, Damon. I’ll go get Medusa.”
Why is Devil being an idiot? Will he get to stay in the club? What’s going to happen between him and Hawk?
Welcome to the final visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors of 2016(or the first of 2017, I suppose, if you visit tomorrow). I hope everyone who celebrates had a wonder Christmas last weekend. Ours was pretty good, if busy. Now, I’m ready to share the last snippet of this scene from Dance with the Devil. Last week, we left Hawk agreeing not to call an ambulance and helping Devil with his helmet. Picking right up after that, here’s the last 9 sentences from the scene:
“It’s not gonna be a smooth ride, but I’ll get you back as fast as I can. Just hold on to me, Damon,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t let go. Please don’t let go of me.”
I knew he didn’t just mean on this ride, but I still said, “Won’t. Promise.”
Then, he was taking off, and I had to put all my focus on keeping my arms around his waist and staying conscious even as agony wracked my body. As long as I made it back to the clubhouse in one piece. That was all that mattered.
Are they going to get back? Is Devil going to be okay? Will he hold on? I’ll have more next weekend. 🙂