Today’s #1lineWed theme is a walk on the wild side with a wild thing where the wild things are. 😆 Yes, you’ve guessed it! The theme is **WILD** and here’s a rather tense scene between Roman and Verity. Don’t ask me what’s going on, or where it happens in the book, because I heard a song titled “Hurricane” and this is the scene the spilled out from my fingers. It just so happened to fit today’s theme.
Roman stilled, forced his hands to remain at his sides, palms flat against his thighs. Verity was a wild thing, hair and eyes looking fey in the thrashing wind and uncertain moonlight. He didn’t know what this was, was almost afraid to even consider the consequences. He was sure, though, that he had never seen what he thought he was in her this moment.
He listened, caught the baying of far-off hounds, the sound of horns, the shouts of men and thundering hooves. No matter how unearthly Verity looked at this moment, he knew to his very soul that she was not Fae, nor was she prey for the Wild Hunt.
“She is mine, Oberon!” He threw back his head and challenged the very air. The sounds of the hunt faded but he didn’t relax. Lowering his head, he focused on the slip of a girl standing on the small jetty of rocks poking into the Mississippi.
“This can never be,” she whispered. The wind caught her words and brought them to his heart. “I will lose you. No matter how hard I try to hold on, you will leave me. I am…”
A shudder rocked her and Roman feared she’d fall into the angry water lapping at her feet. He reached for her then but she leaned away, her perch far more precarious now.
“Is it true?” she asked. “What they say about witches? That we don’t float.”
His lungs turned to the stone that was his natural form and he couldn’t breathe. “No,” he answered but the wind blew his words away.
“The damage is done, Roman. I can’t fix it. I can’t make it go away. You are good and light and…I’m not. The darkness in my heart, in my head…” She spread her arms wide, as if welcoming the lashing rain. “I am the foulest of the foul, Roman.”
Before he could move, she was gone. He hadn’t seen her move. Hadn’t seen her body tumble into the river. But she was gone, the shining-bright wild light that had been Verity was snuffed out as surely as a candle before a gale.
He screamed, the wind tearing his voice from his throat and flinging it into the tempest.
“Gone,” the wind told him.
“Forget,” the water insisted.
Roman sank to his knees, head bowed. The storm kissed his forehead then danced away as if it never was, and the sound of silence wrapped around him.
And I do believe the title of Roman’s book is going to be THE SOUND OF SILENCE and yes, Seether’s version is likely to be the “roll credits” song for the book. 😉 What about y’all? Any wild words to share today?