So another hour tonight, which gave me 770 words and the rest of the Tomas/Bennett scene. It did not end a light note. I know, shocker. XD
Today's sample:
“You believe me to be a bad influence. That I am leading him down the garden path? Eve to his Adam, encouraging him to sink his teeth into my delectable fruit,” Tomas said, a taunting note in his speech. “What would you do if he came to me willingly? Would you have him sent away? Locked in a monastery until he was too old to remember he once was a great weapon in the war against evil? God’s chosen soldier reduced to a shadow that flickers when exposed to even the tiniest beam of sunlight. Would you do that to him? To your friend?”
Bennett’s breathing was becoming heavier, his stare harder. “What would you do if I did take him away from you?”
The Cheshire cat grin was a full smile now. “What wouldn’t I do?” “You’re not his friend.” There was no more hiding. In the end, the murky waters would either drown the priest or wash away his sins.
“On the contrary, Devon. I am the best friend he has. I understand him better than either you or Amelia, despite what you may think or tell yourselves. Have you considered the false prophet you try to warn him of, the one who comes dressed in sheep’s clothing but is inwardly a ravenous wolf, is actually you?”
At this, Bennett stood and walked to the door that led out to the waiting room. His hand on the knob, he gave one last look to Tomas. “I see you,” he said before leaving, shutting the door firmly behind him.
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Date: 2018-05-08 04:33 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“You believe me to be a bad influence. That I am leading him down the garden path? Eve to his Adam, encouraging him to sink his teeth into my delectable fruit,” Tomas said, a taunting note in his speech. “What would you do if he came to me willingly? Would you have him sent away? Locked in a monastery until he was too old to remember he once was a great weapon in the war against evil? God’s chosen soldier reduced to a shadow that flickers when exposed to even the tiniest beam of sunlight. Would you do that to him? To your friend?”
Bennett’s breathing was becoming heavier, his stare harder. “What would you do if I did take him away from you?”
The Cheshire cat grin was a full smile now. “What wouldn’t I do?”
“You’re not his friend.” There was no more hiding. In the end, the murky waters would either drown the priest or wash away his sins.
“On the contrary, Devon. I am the best friend he has. I understand him better than either you or Amelia, despite what you may think or tell yourselves. Have you considered the false prophet you try to warn him of, the one who comes dressed in sheep’s clothing but is inwardly a ravenous wolf, is actually you?”
At this, Bennett stood and walked to the door that led out to the waiting room. His hand on the knob, he gave one last look to Tomas. “I see you,” he said before leaving, shutting the door firmly behind him.