The feels

I clutched her in my arms. She felt like nothing more than a bag of bones. I would've given anything to make her whole again. 
"Thank you for staying." She smiled, closing her eyes a little. "I don't even know your name." "Neither do I." I choked, tears falling freely to her face. She died in my arms, the greatest love I never knew.

Brilliant Scenes

You know how, as a writer, you come up with these wonderful scenes... but you can't fit them into the story?  Yeah, I suffer from that. So, here's a couple scenes I can't really fit, but they're great for character interaction.

--- Scene One ---

"What's with the hand?" She spoke suddenly, from behind me. I mulled over the answer, weighing my options.
"Penance." I allowed myself a grin. "Something your people know very little about."
"Oh?" She shoved her spear tip into the still-blistered skin on my shoulder. With a grunt, I fell to my knees, the rocks biting into the meat on my legs. She took a firm grip on a mass of my hair and yanked my face up to hers. Those pale blue eyes were ignited with her anger. "And humility is something your people severely lack."

--- Scene Two ---

"I've been wondering," She leaned forward, the fire adding a strange glow to her face. "Why don't you just fly away? I mean, why subject yourself to this?" I laughed, mostly at the suggestion that I was allowing her to treat me this way. While it was true that I could escape, I doubted I would get very far before being recaptured. She, however, didn't find the same humor I did.

"I'm funny now, aren't I?" She stood, hefting her spear. "You just remember which one of us is armed."

Heat rose through my core, she knew which buttons to push to make my angry. I don't remember getting up, but there I was towering over her, pouring my emotion into her spear tip. It gave in to the flames pretty quickly.

"I know which one of us it armed, miss."

Her eyes, wide with fear, darted back to her spear. It was ruined, and the wooden handle was starting to catch fire. "Careful," I smirked. "Don't want to burn yourself."

She swore, letting go of her weapon.

Project - Chapter One

More Snippets!
Also, I'm completely aware I'm a jerk for leaving it cut off like that. 

Chapter One
Something brushed against my leg. Unsure of my whereabouts, I shot up out of a bed of leaves and vines. The leaves began to char and smolder against my skin. I shook the crown of leaves from my flame-colored hair and pushed to my feet.
It took a moment to get my footing, it felt as if I hadn't stood in years. My hand found the back of my head, fingering over a few ridges of scar tissue. I began a quick inventory.
Legs. I had two.
Arms, also two.
Fingers, toes... all there.
Satisfied that I was mostly intact, I relaxed against a tree. The bark bit into my back slightly, but the sensation was welcome. It reminded me that I was still alive. The thought brought a slight smile to my face, though I wasn't quite sure how I managed.
My memories were out of order and tangled, and I may've been missing a few. My name, for the moment, was eluding me. I pushed my hands through my hair, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
A deep rumble cut the silence.

Project

So, I've been working on a new project. He's a snippet.

The rain splashed against my face, plastering to my hair in front of my eyes. The treetops were fuzzy through my flame red hair, but at least I was out of the city. I felt disconnected, just lying there in the rain. I was bleeding from somewhere, but it didn't seem to matter.

Between blinks, two figures appeared above me.

"This one's hurt." A woman, her hair was white, cascading down towards me.
"Leave him. The Earth will claim him soon." The man, his voice was deep and gruff. I couldn't make out any features, but he was right, I was done for.
"...His head." Her hand touched my cheek.
"Belinda, leave him." An audible sigh. "You cannot save them all, love."
"But I can save this one."
"Very well, make it quick." He moved out of my line of sight, presumably keeping watch.
Belinda turned back to me. Her smile cut through the rain, and I was no longer afraid.
"Root bless you and keep you, child of Caterine." Her lips pressed against my forehead, and then the world went black.