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Title: True Callings
Fandom: Dark Oracle
Character(s): Everyone, eventually
Pairing(s): Canon 'ships (including unresolved Cally/Omen and equally unresolved Cally/Emmett)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2091 (this chapter)
Warnings: Set post-series.
A/N: Welcome to the interim results of my massive effort of discipline: a novel-length first episode of the third season of Dark Oracle that never was. I have it completely plotted out in ten chapters, a prologue, an epilogue and a coda, and I will always be one completed draft chapter ahead of anything I post. Nevertheless, I can't promise that my energy won't flag before I manage to finish this monster. You have been warned. Concrit welcomed with a set of lockpicks.
When the key turned in the lock of his cell door, the young man seated on the floor against the opposite wall merely tilted his head back to observe what followed. He was tired, for one thing, his body still aching from the beating, magical and physical, he'd taken upon capture. For another, he was damned if he'd give his jailers any sign they could construe as respect or fear. His ribs might be bruised, but his pride was intact.
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Fandom: Dark Oracle
Character(s): Everyone, eventually
Pairing(s): Canon 'ships (including unresolved Cally/Omen and equally unresolved Cally/Emmett)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2091 (this chapter)
Warnings: Set post-series.
A/N: Welcome to the interim results of my massive effort of discipline: a novel-length first episode of the third season of Dark Oracle that never was. I have it completely plotted out in ten chapters, a prologue, an epilogue and a coda, and I will always be one completed draft chapter ahead of anything I post. Nevertheless, I can't promise that my energy won't flag before I manage to finish this monster. You have been warned. Concrit welcomed with a set of lockpicks.
When the key turned in the lock of his cell door, the young man seated on the floor against the opposite wall merely tilted his head back to observe what followed. He was tired, for one thing, his body still aching from the beating, magical and physical, he'd taken upon capture. For another, he was damned if he'd give his jailers any sign they could construe as respect or fear. His ribs might be bruised, but his pride was intact.
( Read more... )
