Find-It Game!
I was tagged by @heymacareyna! tysm for the tag! this looks so fun looool
tagging: @lorenfinch @sarahlizziewrites @writinglittlebeasts @tabswrites @writernopal @thewardenofwinter @violets-in-her-arms-writes @ink-flavored @yedithwrites
YOUR WORDS!: heart, dusk, touch, bite, strike
my words: gold, dream, ease, dark, silent
From The Marking Blood
gold
The walls remained largely as unadorned as she remembered, save for the occasional mirror. Zova paused atop the stairs to admire her reflection—her skin looked far less golden in the waning and overcast sun. Slim fingers combed through her shimmering waves of hair. The umber tresses terminated in a pale gradient, from when she had, on a passing whim, gone flaxen for a term or so at university. Father wouldn’t mind, she thought, if she didn’t cut the blonde bits off before the funeral. The look still had a cuteness to it.
dream
They shared a low chuckle. Sonea relished in the warmth of Maja’s body, supple and inviting against her own. A dreamlike quiet swaddled them both for a precious moment. “Yer freezing,” Maja said at last. Those eyes danced with plausible deniability over Sonea’s lips. Sonea leaned closer, flashing a wolfish smile. “I’ve been standing out here naked, dummy.” “You—” Sonea closed what little distance remained, silencing Maja with her lips. For a heartbeat, Maja was still, as if surprised. As the wind swelled once more, Sonea felt those soft hands capture her face. Maja’s lips met Sonea’s as a parched woman meets water, as a drunkard meets the flagon.
ease
Maja’s hands wove their way into Sonea’s short curls, but she said nothing. No playful rejoinder, no flippant ease. Beneath her hands, Sonea felt a distinct tension possessing Maja’s form. “You want me to.” It was not a question. Sonea allowed her teeth to nip dangerously at Maja’s fluttering pulse. She could hear it thrumming through her own skull. “You were waiting, aye? For me to come back?” Sonea knew that she was encroaching on violation of their unspoken accord. She wasn’t playing, as she usually might. More importantly, she was frighteningly close to opening a door that she would ordinarily do anything to keep closed. But in her haze, none of it mattered more than hearing Maja say those words, say that she was right. In the tentative silence that held them, Sonea could feel the words rise up within Maja. She could feel the hesitation—perhaps the fear. She could feel the pounding, pounding, pounding of Maja’s heart. They stood together on the precipice, and Sonea begged for the thrill of plunging over it.
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