Paladin Cycle
KaraSalvemini for Amy Ray Wintry
for context, here is a link to the script
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ID2jvzcOFWmBihf6RNOQK4YcO8G1K0GzISqWGMLzoX0/edit?usp=sharing
also for context, here is an audio link to the previous version of this scene
https://open.spotify.com/episode/0MhXJzSKVPUxDEIoVkyLK7?si=DXiUlVECRRqbVeEGe4xraw
Looking for a very strong southern accent, think Sookie Stackhouse, cute girl next door type.
This is written in 3rd person, but it is close 3rd person, so narration should be read in Amy's voice, with the southern drawl.
Amy is mid-20s. She is a quirky southern gal who’s known by many to believe in superstitions and swears she often sees the ghost of her deceased father. She wouldn’t harm a fly and has an innate love for animals. She is loosely based on Anna Paquins portrayal of Sookie Stackhouse.
Her mother committed her Eden’s Gate asylum in her late teens after she was found to be having conversations with her dead friend Victoria Baker.
After turning 18 Amy left Eden’s Gate and moved in a former Eden Gate patient-friend named Boon.
Boon turned out to be a scary dude after he went off his meds.
Victoria Baker’s older brother Shane Baker came to Amy’s rescue -- offered Amy a new place to live in his trailer -- free room and board -- just watch after my kid brother Scott while I’m serving overseas in Iraq.
[this is from a letter Amy wrote to Shane while he was in the army--to gauge your ability for inner prose]
Speaking of Daddy, I saw him last night. I was burning some acacia oil and suddenly the candle flame turned blue then blew out. So of course, I knew a spirit was nearby. I checked the yard. It was just a dark shadow hovering near that big weeping willow, but I know it was him. I’m so glad he found me here. I haven’t seen him since before I was admitted to the psych ward.
I’m rambling. Sorry. Not sure what to say here. Probably shouldn’t talk about seeing my dead father. Now you’ll think I’m creepy and crazy.
Guess I just want you to know the real me.
[to gauge your ability for narration]
Over the years—before she was admitted to the crazy house--she’d cried herself to sleep way too many times and all because she'd run into him at the grocery store. He'd proceed to flirt with her like crazy. After some small talk, he'd talk about his girlfriend slash current fuck buddy. Sometimes he had several girlfriends slash fuck buddies. Never again would she misinterpret Shane's flirting.
[to gauge your comfort with narrating sexual content]
He crawled toward her. Flat on his stomach, he used his head to nudge her hand from her sex.
Wet.
Hot.
Using the broad side of his tongue, he licked. Long, slow swipes.
His arms hooked under her thighs, pulling her into him. Ravishly, he ate. And ate and ate. Crazed, furious licking and nibbling. Shane seemed overcome with . . . lust.
Trembling waves of orgasm, abrupt jerks seized her body. Seemingly ignorant of her erotic distress, Shane continued eating, suckling every bit of juice oozing from inside her.
