update 30.

WHAT I DID.

i'm back from vacation and more tired than ever, haha. despite being late, this update will consist of what i did in the last week up until sunday, which is basically everything i wrote in the airport and on the plane. i didn't have much time to write, but the break was really good for me. i treat this as my second job sometimes, which though you could argue it is in some ways, it started as a passion project and needs to stay one. the more pressure i put on myself, the less i feel like writing.

that being said, i'm very excited to finally start writing the hurt/comfort scenes. i was in the mood for some rivals to lovers angst, so i started with Blane (hence the recent sneak peek and the one below). i had a bit of a plan going into writing, but it proved to be more difficult than i thought. thus, i ended up playing out the scene in my free time, loosely planning trivial things such as how to keep the conversation flowing or how to lead into must-have scenes. i have yet to pick up where i left off from the plane, but i have a good idea of how things are going. 

what's difficult about Blane is that they're not the type to show outright concern. it's completely out of character for them, especially if you're on the rivals to lovers route. still, as you'll eventually see, the hunter fainting on them was not something they took lightly. as cold as they are, it really did worry them. they struggle between that thin line of letting the hunter know they care (to some capacity) and letting the others do it for them. everything is a battle with them—something i hope to convey in this scene. i have no doubt it'll be one of my favourites when i'm done.

these scenes will likely take up a good chunk of my time for the next couple of weeks, especially as there are different variants depending on what time of injury was sustained and who got it, but i'm very happy to finally be here. it's been a long time coming.

STATS.

304,264 words (+2.17k)

SNEAK PEEK.

If it weren't for the situation, I might have laughed at how uncomfortable Blane looks. Something in me softens at the sight. A skip of a heartbeat, a lost thought that wonders if our bickering is as pointless as it seems.