Story Choices
Okay so I have two plans for what my next fic should be. I have a mafia fic, and an unrelated sequel to the Fae set in the same world. I am going to post excerpts of both and I am hoping you all will vote and help me whether you will read it or not haha ^^
Mafia:
(Here, a mafia member decides that the best way to overthrow his opponent is to force an innocent worker to spy for him. This fic involves lots of rich guys with guns, workers with short tempers, and a lot of (hopefully good) angst)
The world of finely ironed silk, calloused hands, burnt cigars, and dark deals was one that the real world avoided. That world was always hidden behind a cloth, shoved in the closets or hidden under the bed. They lived only in stories and had no base else where. Normal people didn't get involved in that world. It was always a choice to join that world. It was a choice to slip under the depths and allow the darkness to swallow up its prey. The abyss of velvet cloth would tighten, choking, leaving no way out. It was an aesthetic for some. It was an image of death that felt like dark chocolate and every wine dripped cliché.
Yoongi was used to the world of darkness and evil. He carried out whatever he needed to in order to grow and further his business. But his heart felt weary. His trade was not a good one. He circuited drugs and furthered the connections of the ion world. His trade was one of luxurious wealth and of vindictive pride. He would never surrender. Not his wealth, or his family, he had nothing he needed.
But despite that there was a need in his life. It was over stereotyped sure. A man with a dark life and a dark pleasure, finding a hole in his spirit.
The Kingdom
(In which a Prince's reality is overthrown and he finds himself fighting for his kindgom with the poverty stricken youths he never thought of. Cue magic, monsters, gods, and lots of anger) Main not yet decided~
His world was full of money and knowledge. Daily he prayed to his gods, wrapped in luxurious robes of silk and weighed with uncountable facets of gold and jewels. The prince sighed and crossed his arms, he could imagine himself. The strong chin of his father poking out from the depths of his turban, furrowed thin eyebrows drawing attention to piercing spiteful eyes. He didn't want to see that image. A deep breath only gained the scent of spices and drying clay. Closing his eyes only drew to the faint noise of iron formers molding their treasures and merchants selling their wares.
This land was his own, but it would never be under him, as it was under his father. The prince strode across the room. His face was a ghastly orange from the shine of the window. He had a mission, his people were dying, the gods that gave their land safety from the monsters were abandoning them. It was his job to confront those monsters with his soldiers and strike a deal. But he knew this plan would only lead to his doom.
Mah Poll link~~~~
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