This is a busy week for me. Not only is it the Fourth of July, but my sister and niece are visiting. So instead of making a blog post, I’m going to post the scene I had to recently cut because I remembered my couple were on opposite sides of the globe. It doesn’t work, but I didn’t think it did a bad job showing at least one of the character’s personality.
This has not been edited and is a first draft, so all the usual disclaimers.
A group of humans was walking toward her now. Three of them taller than any human she’d ever seen in her entire life on Earth. One looked incredibly nervous, his eyes somehow looking everywhere all at once. While another took firm, precise steps at the lead of the foursome. It was a foursome, Lily could just see a small woman standing close enough to be part of the group, though, still slightly to the side. However, the two tall men that had caught her eye weren’t what kept her attention. The third man, standing as tall as the nervous one, but broader, had a jagged scar across his forehead. His eyes were narrowed and his face seemed to be in a perpetual scowl, he oozed menace from every pore in his body.
Watching in rapt attention as they walked by Lily couldn’t take her eyes off the man with the scar. There was something about him, something beneath the danger, that piqued her interest, and wouldn’t let her look away. She watched as he took large forceful steps, his work boots clumping as he went. He was wearing a jumpsuit that barely fit, straining across his broad chest like it might explode off of him at any moment.
Did he work on the ship? That would explain the poorly fitting clothes, the ship probably paid well enough, but clothes for someone that size wouldn’t be cheap and he would have very little luck in the second-hand shops. Leaning over onto the railing wrapped around the platform Lily watched him until he disappeared on the skytrail.