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#also for those who r unfamiliar with adreanna she is not a werewolf as that excerpt might imply
vellichor-virgo · 2 years
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manuscript search lxiii
i’m still not super active atm because of school, but i wanted to do a word search today! this one is from @solipsism-lemonade, thanks for the tag <3
my words are thick, mask, pinch, wrap, and vintage
thick (from night’s daughter v1):
As I enter the gorge, the ground begins to tilt sharply downwards. Thick roots and rocks serve as footholds, but I’m sure to be careful all the same. I’ve stumbled and fallen here enough times to know that it is unwise to be hasty in this part of the forest. I have a permanent reminder in the form of a jagged white scar that streaks up the back of my calf like a bolt of lightning—earned when I, full of fifteen-year-old impatience, once neglected to take care and slipped all the way to the bottom of the valley, tearing my leg open on the sharp rocks.
mask (from night’s daughter v0. i actually completely forgot this scene existed, wow. i think this is one of my new favourite celiana moments)
[very very mild TW for romance? there’s nothing implicitly romantic here, but there sure are some undercurrents]
I swallow hard, trying to get my racing heartbeat under control. I cannot lose myself here, not with Iliana watching me so closely. “That still doesn’t answer my question,” I force out. “Why do you want me?”
For a split second, something in Iliana’s face seems to slip. Her gaze drops to her hand—to the braided gold of the ring around her little finger—before she jerks it back up to me, her expression settling once more into its mask of remote calm.
“Because, Celena,” she says, eyes more knowing than ever, “I don’t think I’m the only one who wants to know things.”
Another gust of memory sweeps into my head: the two of us in a dark room, the tiny space between us scented with cinnamon and clove; her eyes holding mine, depthless, endless. The whispered question that seemed to tear me raw.
What is it that you have lost, Celena?
pinch (from laid bare, my unfinished drea & kina piece):
Then [Adreanna] tilts her head back and lets out a long, heavy exhale, as though she’s been holding her breath. Even her sigh sounds musical, lovelier than the sound of leaves whispering in the wind.
“It’s the moon,” she says. Akina follows her gaze to the sky, where it seems to stare down at them like a glittering white eye. “My head has been buzzing all day. I couldn’t focus on a single thing. I had to get away.” She casts a cautious sidelong look at Akina. She’s nervous, Akina realizes abruptly, with a sharp pinch of surprise. Adreanna is never nervous, but she has also never talked about her powers like this. She has never opened up like this at all.
wrap (from night’s daughter v0; this happens directly before the excerpt for ‘mask’)
“You may find it in your best interest to join me.”
[...] “And why is that?”
I’m not sure I like that gleam in [Iliana’s] eye. When she speaks, her voice is little more than a murmur, although her words are anything but gentle. “If someone in the court wants the crown so badly that they tried to take me out, who do you think is going to be next?” Her hint of a smile is decidedly unpleasant. “The mysterious, pretty girl from Eilim who spends all her time with the crown prince seems like a good target.”
A cold wave washes over me. “They wouldn’t—”
“Wouldn’t they?” Her eyes pierce into me, intense and blinding as the sun. She’s no longer smiling.
In the pursuit of power, a person can do anything.
What I feel wrapping around my heart is not disbelief, but the slow, creeping tendrils of fear.
vintage
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new words: creep, heavy, swallow, and open
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