#wpdl

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you

Taylor Swift, "I Can See You"

transcript + tag list under the cut

transcript + tag list under the cut

I was tagged by @worldofthraeia, thanks for the tag!

breath, between heaven and earth

From her bedchamber, Laesia observed the thick blanket of white that had settled on the western garden over night. It had landed light and fluffy like the puffs of her chilly breath when she exhaled into the biting air. Laesia smiled with a shiver when a breeze wafted through the window and she hastened to close it, retreating to the warmth of her bed.

concern, where paradise died and lived

“I wanted him to understand why you’re acting the way you are,” Lillian argued. “He’s infatuated with you, can’t you tell? And all you did at dinner was mope and chastise and act like a shrew—” “No—no, that’s what you think. Because you always do this, you’re always needling and poking your nose in places that don’t concern you, saying things to provoke me and get a rise out of others—”

blue, between heaven and earth

She pulled out her necklace. "This should be proof enough for you. The House of Durecane's royal emblem, made of pure mirellette." She held it out for the men to inspect. In the characteristic blue-silver light that it flickered onto the sentries’ faces when they held their torches closer to it, Laesia saw some of the doubt slip from their expressions. Every Velitovan knew genuine mirellette when they saw it—and that only very select members of society could afford such a jewel.

dust, between heaven and earth

Laesia shrugged off her traveling cloak (no—her only cloak, now) and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. She inspected her skirt, which she had been wearing the entire journey. The hem was browned with dirt and dust, and the whole garment clung to her rather disgustingly. She knew she looked filthy, for she felt the same.

Thanks for the tag @elbritch-kit, this was fun!

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered) then tag 10 people.

Gently tagging @vintagecivet @charlies-storybook @perasperaadastrawriting @betweenthetimeandsound @sugar-phoenix @maguayans @matcha-chai @moonlitinks @macabremoons @missaddledmiss

For BHE:

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfilment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

For WPDL:

Thanks for the tag, @lexiklecksi!

petrified

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moonlit

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kingdom; in the light

"I've told you; Nestoron is much better. He’s taught scores of young healers and is the very best in this kingdom, far more capable than I. Don't you want to learn from the best?" she asked. 

sauce; where paradise died and lived

Sophie did mean it, at least a little, but trust Anne to at least make her feel a bit ashamed about it. The moment was quickly forgotten when they passed through the kitchen—though Mrs. Yamaguchi had departed the house already, she had left on the still-warm stove a full pan of rice tossed with soy beans, carrots, and green onions. The mound was topped with fried eggs and slices of Spam cooked in soy sauce. As a child, Sophie had found the cuisine of Anne’s family peculiar, but her mouth watered now at the smell of it. Years of eating Mrs. Yamaguchi’s food had elevated her palate, to the point that she almost never came by without an empty stomach. The Yamaguchis were perpetual feeders.

forgotten; between heaven and earth

Honestly earned? Had he forgotten she was right there when Varden paid him that first day she arrived?

Sophie's bedroom is immaculate. She makes her bed every morning, has all her makeup and perfumes neatly arranged on her vanity, closet is super organized. Her mother is a stickler so she has been taught since childhood to keep her space clean, but at the same time she feels her physical space is one of the things she has control over and wants it to look nice. It's her girlhood bedroom so there are some elements that are quite childish (think pinboards with pictures, twin bed, etc.) but it's her safe space and she loves it.

Hi Moon, thank you for asking!

☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)