Lyrical Fiction Friday ♥ Envy

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For writers who love music and are often inspired by their favorite songs, this is the perfect writing challenge hosted by Marquessa over at Simply Marquessa, which combines both our loves by using song lyrics as a writing prompt each week.

She already has a list of prompts to choose from, that you can find here. I was having trouble working with this week’s prompt, so I’ve decided to use last week’s instead (December 7th).

Lyrics: It makes no sense to be falling…you’ve got her, I’ve got him, should not even be calling…”

Due to some unexpected upheavals in my personal life, I’m running behind on my first attempt at this challenge, but hopefully even a day late, it still counts. This excerpt was partially written, then added onto for this post, from my upcoming novel Envy (Hell on Earth series). It doesn’t quite fit, but in the words of The Finder: “I’m gonna risk it.” 😛

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Something twisted up nice and tight in her chest, the aching need to dive into the ocean and swim through its currents was so painfully potent, she actually started crying. The acute joy of being there, of feeling the tide ebbing and flowing over her skin was beyond explanation. A lifelong yearning in the infancy of fulfillment.

“Why don’t you just go in?”

Startled, Ally leaped to her feet and turned away without even needing to see who it was. No one else she’d met tonight had a Greek accent, or the same melodic quality to their voice. She quickly wiped at her eyes and cheeks, as humiliation rushed up to crush her, twisting her insides the wrong way. Oh God, Finn was right, one of these days someone was going to lock her away for her madness.

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Pelagos?” she accused, her tone heated from embarrassment rather than anger.

“Yes, Allison, on my own private island, I’m stalking you,” he replied. There was a pause, before he spoke again. “Are you crying?”

Fuck. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky, forcing her irrational emotions to calm. He was the last man on earth she wanted as a witness to her craziness. The king of all things nautical confronted with the girl insatiably obsessed with the sea, who didn’t know how to swim. Besides, he was right. It was his damn island, so he could be wherever he wanted. She was the intruder there, not the other way around.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, turning back toward the water.

“Look at me.”

Ally faced him completely, her eyes drifting over his bare feet and up the casual beach pants to the shallow v-neck shirt that did nothing to hide the unbelievable cut of his long, sculpted muscles. He was built like a hunter or a swimmer, his body perfected for speed and lethal agility. The warm breeze played at the waves of his golden hair and her fingertips tingled with envy. He was simply too tempting for words. Especially, when her body echoed with the memory of being molded to his, held so tightly in his arms, even for such a brief moment. Her hero and savior… he was going to destroy everything.

Ally finally met his gaze and he didn’t appear happy. His brows were furrowed and his eyes, so azure they seemed to glow in the dark, were a slash of disappointment.

“Why do you do that?” he demanded.

“Do what?” she blinked, the beginning of their conversation already a blank.

“Apologize for being yourself. And if you’re not the one doing it, then your so-called fiance is apologizing for you, and at neither time have you done anything wrong.”

Stunned, Ally’s mouth popped open, but she wasn’t even sure what to say.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he warned.

She snapped her mouth shut and lifted her chin. Deep down, she knew he was right, but he had no idea why it was that way, nor was it any of his business.

“Fine, Mr. Pelagos, I’m not sorry that you’re so judgmental for only knowing me all of two days, where we’ve spoken maybe a total of fifteen minutes.”

“Two days,” he practically scoffed. The darkness ebbed from his features and something a bit more frightening replaced it. A confident wisdom he wasn’t even trying to hide. “Why were you crying?”

“I don’t think I want to share that with you,” she replied, confused by his response and unsure if she was leery of him in general or just the things he made her feel.

“Allison,” he said, and if she wasn’t imagining things, it was both a warning and an enticement. “I’m not blind. You’re not in love with him, nor he with you. This world is rife with marriages of convenience. Every last person on this island is fucking somebody else, in love with someone else. They married for money and status, that is all.”

“Is there a point to your grim fairytale?” she asked, defensive out of fear. Fear that everything he’d just mentioned was her bleak future. Fear that it wasn’t. She was so screwed up.

“I know you overheard us talking earlier, he and I,” he said. “Is that why you’re upset?”

“Nothing about that conversation upset me, Mr. Pelagos,” she deadpanned. “Everything you managed to get out of Finn–for your own benefit, apparently–I’ve known for years. And I don’t care. It works to my advantage. Now, if that’s all, I think I’d like to get some sleep.”

He stepped right into her path, wrapping her in his arms. Just like the first time, the pull was overwhelming. Heat infused her every cell and the same, insane emotions she experienced with the ocean running over her skin attempted to consume her.

“Thirio,” he purred. “Say it just once and I’ll let you walk away from me…again.”

Ally’s lungs felt labored, the salty air between them charged with delirium. That’s what they were; lunacy incarnate. Nothing about it was sane or healthy, and she feared that giving him even that much–speaking his name–would be the very fracture destined to shatter her life.

Recognizing that possibility gave her the strength to shove free of his hold and stare him down with all the indignation she didn’t feel.

“Goodnight, Mr. Pelagos,” she stated firmly, immediately turning away.

“All I have to do is wait, little fish,” he called after her. “Very soon, you’re going to swim back to me.”

The irony of his words nearly caused her to laugh, even as it broke her heart. “Not in this lifetime,” she promised.

©A.C. Melody

 

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I really need to figure out how to make these things shorter… 😐

 

 

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Contagious

by Trapt

I was sick of restrictions, sick of the boundaries
About to close the door
Such a lack of conviction, no real connection
What should I settle for?
But you caught my attention, you built on the tension
You left me wanting more
Now I don’t know what to do with myself, do with myself
I don’t want nobody else

I let you in, I let you in, and you infected me
Can’t get enough of you
Can’t get enough of you
I breathed you in, I breathed you in, and now I’m in too deep
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Can’t get enough of you
(Can’t get enough of you)

You’re so contagious
Running through my veins
You’re so contagious
Hanging onto every word
You’re so contagious
And I can’t get away
You’re so contagious
And now I know for sure there is no cure

I saw your intentions, I gave you permission
Go ahead and start the war
I was out of addictions, by my own admission
Oh, I’ve been keeping score
But you made an exception, you taught me a lesson
Who cares where we’ve been before?
You would never leave me all by myself, all by myself
You don’t want nobody else

I let you in, I let you in, and you infected me
Can’t get enough of you
Can’t get enough of you
I breathed you in, I breathed you in, and now I’m in too deep
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Can’t get enough of you
(Can’t get enough of you)

You’re so contagious
Running through my veins
You’re so contagious
Hanging onto every word
You’re so contagious
And I can’t get away
You’re so contagious
And now I know for sure there is no cure

I am burning in your fire (there is no cure)
I have only one desire (there is no cure)
Now I don’t know what to do with myself, do with myself (I can not deny her) (there is no cure)
Now I don’t know what to do with myself, do with myself
I don’t want nobody else

I let you in, I let you in, and you infected me
Can’t get enough of you
Can’t get enough of you
I breathed you in, I breathed you in, and now I’m in too deep
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Don’t think I’m pulling through
Can’t get enough of you
(Can’t get enough of you)
Can’t get enough of you!

You’re so contagious
Running through my veins
you’re so contagious
Hanging onto every word
You’re so contagious
And I can’t get away
You’re so contagious
And now I know for sure there is no cure

You keep running, you keep running, you keep running through my veins [x4]
(You’re so contagious, there is no cure, you’re so contagious)

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Hmmm… have no idea why I’m thinking of songs with words like boundaries, restrictions and permission… Oh, right. Camp NaNo’s coming up & I’ll be working with Master Felix and his little fox again. 😉 😛 Enjoy!