Hey I’m back! This prompts from a scene I was thinking of doing for my current main project its been on my phone for a while and a few days back I was scrolling through and rediscovered it. See ya after the prompt for bit something extra!
Tree branches snapping, caught by her, keep her dangerous edge.
What do I want to communicate through this scene
Building up to him trusting her, her beauty, the beauty of nature
This will be done by her catching him as he falls through the branches
Start with the forest going up the trees
“Hurry, hurry,” the demon calls from the higher tiers of the tree limbs crashing to the ground as she springs from one to the other. Pulling himself from limb to limb Luka feels the strength drying up in his arms, his forearms barren desserts. Just as the sun began to set the woman, Dandelion, as he called her looked toward the tops of the trees flickers of anticipation growing on her normally mischievous face. She had sprung up the limbs with as little effort as if she walked, she looked back down to Luka from the limbs, “Carry on then,” she says sitting on a sagging limb.
Luka struggles up the tree throwing himself from limb to limb. The Demon stood on a limb just above him. The next limb hangs high above but Luka set himself to it, legs tightening down till he springs up. His fingers brush the smooth bark. His body follows the weight of his head, the tree’s appear as needles pointing to the sky. Air brushes past his cheeks.
His body stops, the hewn hands of the Demon holding his arms. The world begins to align itself as it should. The Demon stands on the limb next to his easing him upright. Before his heart begins to hammer at his chest a deft snap hits his forehead the black of her nail leaving a red mark on his forehead. Jumping like a snake to the next bough she holds her hand down. Luka takes it traversing the tree like a very steep hill, she pulls him up the next few till they come to a fork near the peak of the tree two smallish canopies hanging over head. The wind rocks the tree like a cradle.
Sliding into the root her eyes looking out to the red of dusk she slaps her chest calling him over with a turn of the head. His hair mats against her skin and they both look out to the gentle flames of dusk, the red sun shattering across the millions of leaves that separate them from it. The tree sways with the demon’s breath. Her hands wrapped around Luka’s torn and sagging tunic.
Resting her chin on his hair she speaks, “My younger brother was silly like you, he laughed like you, do not die like him,” she blows on his hair leaning back into the branch with the weight of his head resting bellow her breasts. Lost in thoughts of home the Demon strokes Luka’s hair watching the red of dusk turn to the misty shades of night.
Hey, you made it through the prompt! Ya! So to start this off I want to address the first paragraph and how it played out in the writing process. Starting this prompt I felt nothing. I was excited to try this scene but when I started writing it felt ehh and well I don’t want to write ehh. So I stopped and thought for a moment. Before I was focusing on Luka climbing up and how difficult that was. It was a lot of pointless actions. So I thought and while thinking I found an issue, ‘The most interesting part of this scene is the characters.’ In my mind I didn’t finish that paragraph but skipped over it in favor of the real meat of the scene. So that was my initial thoughts during the start of this prompt did you find it interesting? Did you notice the difference? Any conversation’s welcome. Once again try to write your own prompt! And if your feeling ambitious edit it up and show it to the world! Till next time, Ransom.
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