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Word of Day: Rewritten
Word Count: 224
Warnings: No spoilers
Penelo
Sorry. but tonight's fete, I'm going in.
Vaan frowned, furrowing his brows before releasing the tension in a long defeated sigh. The flame from the lamp jumped excitedly as beads of wax dribbled down the candle, twisting and dividing the light in the room.
There was no time to waste. Only guilt stayed his hand whenever the echo of slippers treading against pavement neared the door. But though his shoulders would hunch, his balled fist ready to crumple the note, a voice urged him to hurry and he'd resume. Faster. Faster.
Every second that passed was a missed opportunity, another unlooted trove of treasure, another bag of glittering gems jangling in dirty Archadian purses, another punch in the face to everyone, the orphans, the merchants, the guildsmen, the real Dalmascans who were thrown beneath the surface, left to starve while rich foreigners and democrats feasted like pigs as if the supply was endless.
His face burning with frustration Vaan squeezed the quill, wishing his explanation was more impressive sounding but knowing different.
Oh Penelo was going to kill him. Then bury his body and if anybody asked, she'd tell them he was being digested by a giant sewer rat.
And with that single thought, his confidence evaporated. He tore a new sheet of parchment.
Will be home late. Don't stay up.
-Vaan
AN: this is to be a writing practice so criticism is welcome. Also my fingers need the exercise. Right now I'm trying for daily updates but no guarantees.
Ta.