I was cleaning out my desk and I found a notebook that was just labelled 'Writing Notes'. Well, when I opened the notebook I found the expected- snapshots from The Extent of Love that got cut, notes on injuries for Abducted and Shattered Souls Make Good Pets, some conversations that never got written into Golden Blooded- and something else that I didn't expect. I had notes on a book that I didn't remember (probably because I was having an episode while writing it lmaoooo). And then I realized: The Actor had a first draft. The story completely changed because I didn't feel skilled enough to write the first draft.
I wonder, does this wet your whistle:
He let out a deep breath, looking up. Ancients stood prone, each face watching him with vague interest. Some looked disgusted, but he ignored them. That wasn’t what mattered now, was it? No. Never.
“So, to do anything with my mind, you need my approval?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, “Did you ask any of the other nations this, or am I special?”
“A special case,” Greece said. A smile graced her lips for a fraction of a second, before it fell into a pout, “you’re too strong for us to just access your memories, unlike all the others. You have protections in place to prevent anything like that from happening.”
His hand brushed his hip, where a tattoo of thick, black lines rested under the fabric of his pants. He smirked.
“So, what’s my incentive to agree to this?” he snickered, “My memories are my own.”
“Don’t get snarky boy,” Kievan Rus hissed. Baltia placed a hand on her sister's chest, whispering something in a language lost to time. He tilted his head.
“Don’t you think the other nations will ask questions?” Greece purred, stepping forward to kneel beside where he sat on his chair. He looked down at her, narrowing his eyes, “I mean, everyone else didn’t want to show the world their deepest secrets. Why does the superpower get to get away with not? There will be a riot on your hands.”
There's forty more pages.