#also i love writing nik & drea's relationship so much

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search xli

i'm on a roll! here's another word search from @solipsism-lemonade ! my words are insane, mistake, fair, and beautiful.

the first three excerpts are from night's daughter, and the last one is from my little magic gang project circle of hurt (which i should really work on bc i desperately want to post it on here)

insane:

For a moment, I toy with the idea of telling [Maia] the necklace’s true history. My true history. The reason why it’s so dear to me. How would she react, I wonder?

Not well, and you know it, my mind hisses. She’ll think you’re a liar, or worse, insane. This fragile little friendship will be over before it can even begin.

mistake:

I take in the room with a growing sense of disbelief. There must be some kind of mistake. This can’t be where I am to stay. This is not the sort of room you give to a commoner.

I glance over at the maid. “Are you sure… I mean, is this really my room?”

The young woman nods, her expression placid. “It is, miss. His Highness Prince Aedan ordered that it be prepared for you.”

Well, I suppose I cannot argue with that.

fair (Celena’s “did my crush try to poison me last night/oh god she ordered me to meet her tomorrow is she going to do it again” crisis continues)

“Are you alright?” Concern fills Maia’s voice. “You look a little pale. If you’re worried about the Ashstones—”

“I’m not,” I lie quickly, trying to pull a neutral look over my face. “It’s just a little spooky, the idea of them cooking up potions. Does Lord Lorcas intend for Iliana to run the business after him?”

“I wouldn’t think so, considering he intends for Iliana to focus all her attention on becoming queen. And on being queen, once she gets the throne. But I’ve no doubt she’s had a fair amount of training in cooking up potions, as you put it.”

Excellent. Maybe she’s whipped up a brew of her very own to force down my throat tomorrow. I am looking less and less forward to this meeting with every passing moment.

beautiful:

“Sick of the party already?” [Adreanna] asked him, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. Nik’s gaze flickered to her mouth, lush and inviting, its gloss shimmering in the shadowy light. As nervous as she made him, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her alluring, too. She was beautiful in the same way Caelan was—otherworldly and untouchable, a reminder of everything Nik had ever wanted. She was just another thing he could never have, another thing to stoke that jealous flame behind his ribs higher.

But here she was, now. Just within reach.

i'll tag @cream-and-tea @josephinegerardywriter @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @ambsthom and @corishadowfang + open tag!

new words: jealous, pale, disbelief, and hiss