For now, I’ll just do the first one. But I’ve saved the rest to drafts, and I’ll get around to them one day! :D
Elektra and Tynan: 1-“Come over here and make me.”
(Elektra and Tynan are my original world characters from a story-bit thing that a friend of mine and I started in high school. (I’ll refer to it as FSAA occasionally, since we originally called it “Fallen Stars and Angels”) I’ve been going back and filling in and fixing plot holes and characterization here and there ever since. Elektra was my main character, and my friend wrote for another character, Eden. I’d love to get feedback on them, but I never know how to introduce them since they are non-fandom related.)
Tynan’s whistling echoed through the whole damn library. Elektra felt her nerves tightening and fraying with every note.
That smug bastard. Sitting there in his dark leather armor, one foot on the priceless antique oak table as he rocked backwards lazily. The wooden chair creaked under the stress of balancing on just the back two feet. It had not been designed to withstand that type of abuse. Who was he to be whistling away carelessly while she had to bury her nose in the driest books of Aeyrnian history of the last thousand years?
Elektra felt a growl growing in the back of her throat, and her grip tightened on the pen she had been irritably tapping against her notes. Tynan continued whistling, his green-gold gaze fixed on the skylight in the ceiling above him. Elektra recognized the tune, a wistful and almost lazy version of a folk song she’d heard the townspeople singing. She vaguely wondered where Tynan had picked it up. It was a Plains song - about the harvest if she remembered correctly - and not typically sung in the Northlands where Tynan came from. She wondered if he’d been spending time in the local tavern.