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Fait Accompli Snippet - Week 2-
🕑 Added 2022-01-01 19:54:30 +0000 UTCHey guys! First Happy New Year! I hope y'all are enjoying the weekend as much as you can! I'm hoping this year will be better than 2020 and 2021 but I'm gonna keep my expectations low, lmao.
Anyway, I'm here with this week's snippet. I actually took today off from working on commissions to focus on getting some writing done! I've also been reading all I can to learn the language Twine uses. I have some knowledge in coding and website design, so I'm hoping I haven't completely forgotten everything!
Here we have the MC meeting the person who's been taking care of them.
“I suppose I should introduce myself.” The man smiles at you and for some reason, it puts you at ease. It’s as though this person genuinely wants you to be okay and wants to help you. “My name is Devon Bard. If you haven’t pieced it together, I’m what’s considered a doctor in Last Station.”
“Considered a doctor?” You raise a brow.
“I’m a nurse.” He starts as he leans against a heavy wood table. “The doctor, well, he up and left in the middle of the night. Nobody knows why and nobody cares to find out. All the marshall and his deputy could find out when the local sheriff decided it wasn’t worth his time, was that he left on his own accord. Probably seeking better-paying work in a different parish. The physician’s guild doesn’t pay much for these outlying settlements.”
Something about the physician’s guild fills you with a familiar warmth but when you chase that initial wave, hoping to follow the breadcrumbs for a shred of your past, you’re met with terrible pain. You hold your head, rubbing at the temples and Devon moves to help you. As quickly as it came, the pain subsides and you blink a bit. “I’m, I’m okay. Just a headache.”
Devon tuts, “I can get you something for that,” he retrieves a small, pen-shaped item from his shirt’s pocket and clicks it on while he gently grabs your chin and tilts your face upwards to meet his. It’s then you notice his eyes aren’t just green but they’re rimmed with a thin line of bronze - a werewolf.
A chill goes through you and an old, wizened voice echoes warnings in your head. Werewolves are known to kill and spread their brutish disease but Devon has done nothing to suggest he would do that to anyone. Kindness emanates from his touch and he’s looked after you, tending to you, for days now! You push the cryptic bullshit from your mind - wherever it came from, you want no part of it.
