2012 NaNoWriMo Excerpt #3
Last one of these I’m posting before I get anywhere with editing this novella into shape. I haven’t even got to write the really cool scenes yet! (The really cool scenes are some NGE/Michael Bay stuff. Explaining it here would ruin the explositude.)
Previous excerpts can be found here: /2012/11/12/nanowrimo-excerpt-1/ and here: /2013/01/13/2012-nanowrimo-excerpt-2/
This snippet takes place between excerpt 2 and 1. As usual, comments appreciated.
[Content Warning: sex]
She closed the door and exhaled and lay down on the floor. Immediately, Ikkje appeared from the doorway from the kitchen and sat down next to her. He held her hand. He wore an apron and smelled like cinnamon.
“Do you love me?” Rovy asked.
Ikkje Pouncer appeared to think for a little while. The house was modest, she thought. Like most of Ikkje’s kind, the house was just at the edge of the city, but Rovy was okay with this. “I think I do. I don’t think anything has changed. What’s wrong?”
He spent most of his days out in the emptiness, unrecorded, hunting and gathering. Rovy shook her head. “Long day, is all. Have you heard of the falling elites?”
“The bewinged men and women falling from the sky, love.”
“Is that where the elites are?”
“Well, a bunch of them fell and something happened to the Information Market. Hardly any Buskers there, but many buyers. Don’t know what to make of it. Is dinner done soon?”
“It is. I gathered a lot of mushrooms and potatoes, today.” He smiled.
She kissed him. “You know, most hunter-gatherers also do the hunting business. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bring home a phant of any kind.”
“These potatoes were totally a struggle, I swear.”
She stared at the little information ball that had rolled out of her pockets.
She kissed her husband again, “hey, do you really love me?” Read the rest of this entry »