The scenes of the last two days have proved a harder to work on then I thought they would be. Yesterday’s scene dealt with an injured boy that Mina works to save despite the danger to herself and I made the mistake or having most of it in Cynel’s POV. When I revisit it later, I’ll have to do some of it in Mina’s POV to show what she thinks about everything. Today’s scene was more about Cynel and Mina. As of yet they’re unsure of their relationship and it’s about to be sorely tested by outside forces. As if the inner ones weren’t enough.
The last two days have been scenes that I really need to be able to focus on to write well because the characters are in a bit of an emotional storm that needs a bit of calm. Writing emotional scenes are probably the hardest scenes for me to write, which seems weird to me as I’m a writer of romance, but there you have it, my dark secret. I’m horrible at emotion-packed scenes. Probably because I’m one of those people who keep all my emotions inside and pretend they don’t exist until I have time to look at them.
Anyhoo, the last two scenes will probably need to be reworked and layered several times before they feel right.
Total Word Count for Today: 1,164
Disclaimer: These snippets are unedited and might be entirely different in the final version.
Carefully, he undid the laces of the dress, taking the liberty of touching her soft skin, breathing in her citrus and honey scent. He missed her. Missed every moment of being able to touch her with no one around to report back to Peloti what he’d done. She might be his wife in all ways, but that wouldn’t stop them from taking her and marrying her to the Demonii Prince the moment they could get the reluctant bridegroom to accept his duty to his people. It wouldn’t stop him from tearing apart the man who thought to take her from him.
He couldn’t stop the sigh that passed his lips now that she was close. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, tempted to lay a kiss upon the crook of her neck and shoulder, and noticed a faint mark on her back. He brushed his fingers over it, unable to make out the design in the dim light. Mina leaned into his touch, a small purr rumbling in her throat. A rather endearing sound that he’d never heard her make before and briefly wondered if she’d do that during sex. The very idea caused his semi-erect cock to harden.
She stood suddenly, the dress drifting down her tiny body, catching for a second on her hips, before pooling around her feet. She turned toward him, dressed in little more than a sheer shift that left little to the imagination, and stepped closer to him. He could see every curve and indentation from her full, rose tipped breasts to the dark shadow at the juncture of her thighs. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and her breath quickened.