Jon: Lemme guess, this is the part where you write down anything you can think of in order to make today’s wordcount.
Writer: Got it in one!
Jon: Go me. Woo.
Random lines from random scenes…
“We’re fighting the Dead Guy Mafia?”
The shadows solidified first into a dog, with embers for eyes and coat that rippled with every breath, then into a woman, as faint as the echo of and echo with ice blue eyes that chilled the air around them.
There were no secrets between Huntsman and Dogs, but there were misunderstandings.
Jon needed a beer, badly.
There were some things Jon just didn’t want them to explain.
“Yeah.” Jon leaned back in the couch and played with the paper on the beer bottle. He waited for Sebastian to react, but after a moment realized he already had. And that was the essence of friendship.
“To burying the bodies.” Sebastian raised his bottle as Jon looked up.
“To burying the bodies.”
Akela watched them from across the park, ears twitching at each breeze and tail curled morosely around her paws.
“It’s not your fault.” Athen settled into the grass beside her, draping his head over her back to nip at her tail.
“Feels like it.” She rolled with his weight, twisting to pin him against the grass. “Everything I’ve done, every choice I’ve made, I’ve lead us here.” She squirmed out from under Athen as he attempted to reverse the pin, nipping at his paws. “It’s not my fault but it’s my choice.”
Athen gave up the fight and let Akela sprawl happily over him in a mismashed tangle of dog. “You never made the choices alone you know. We could have left you.”
“You could have killed me,” Akela snorted. “I was waiting for Tos’s bite some nights.” She turned her gaze back to the Dogs on the far size of the field. “Do you think they’ll leave?”