#post plot drop 1

nerina’s  face  was  intentionally  poised  to  not  give  much  away,  head  glancing  from  her  sister,  to  her  brother,  to  the  doors  and  windows  that  would  not  budge  under  every  high  ruler’s  might.  there  was  not  much  in  this  world  that  she  knew  to  withstand  a  high  ruler’s  magic,  much  less  all  of  them  combined.  fear  crept  into  her  bones,  but  the  lady  bit  it  back  and  refused  to  let  an  ounce  show.  when  steps  near  the  fae,  she  cannot  help  but  glance  in  that  direction,  eyes  still  impassive.  “  what  interesting  magic.  ”  the  lady  of  summer  had  seen  much  of  prythian,  this  was  not  something  she’d  ever  encountered. // @ofcourtfablesarchive

       ‘  hey .  ’ as soon as the greeting escapes them , it sounds hallow , like it’s bouncing off the walls in an empty apartment . the sound of the dial tone finally reaches gemma enough to wake them from their blonde , brown - eyed trance .  ‘  that’s so weird , i was just calling you .  ’ it’s more admittance than gemma cares to offer , but the coincidence escapes them in genuine rapport . ‘  i didn’t text you asking you to come , did i ? i’ve been waking up to find that i’ve been texting people in my sleep lately .  ’ true . ‘  not a lot .  ’ true . ‘  or often .  ’ false . ‘  mostly just grocery reminders to myself .  ’ false . could vik tell ?  the dial tone reaches gemma a second time . this time , they put the phone down so that the ringing stops entirely . suddenly the apartment feels eery , like the warmth inside of it is not accessible without gemma and vik being able to access warmth in each other ( though gemma’s psyche is trying ) . they clear their throat . heart racing a mile a minute in the anticipation of vik’s response . had gemma left an embarrassing voicemail they don’t remember ? had they sent suggestive texts in their sleep ? // @hallowghoul​