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awritingcaitlin · 1 year

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🔮Find the Word🔮

@nanashi23 tagged me over on main for the words dark, silent, dream, and wake!

Turning around and tagging @clockworkgalaxies, @jess-p-edits, @juls-writes, @botanistweak, and @sentfromwolves for the words: pale, pearl, press, perfect, and previous!

Snippets from Relic of the Gods under the cut!

🧪DARK🧪

Lelia stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was still a bit pale with red splotches on her face and there were dark spots under her eyes. All of her joints in her legs were screaming, protesting the amount of walking she’d been doing. Her right hip and knee in specific were the angriest. She was glad the lightheadedness had subsided with food and water at least, because that could have been a worse problem. Pained joints she could deal with. She’d almost grown used to them, in a way. Didn’t mean she had to stay in pain though.

She pulled the leather case out of her bag. She kept it along the back of it so that it was at the smallest risk of breaking. Well, not that the case was going to break, but rather the contents inside.

She opened the ties on the case and various medium-sized potion bottles with all sorts of colors of liquid greeted her. There were three smaller, pre-dosed syringes with an obnoxious yellow serum inside. Those ones were specifically for allergic reactions. She also had several pre-dosed syringes with a red liquid in them to help the connective tissues in her knees not deteriorate as fast. She got a years’ supply of those at a time, and it was still comparatively early in the year, so she wasn’t worried about those yet.

Each bottle or syringe had a little indent in the case and a strap to keep it secured. She’d worked out the design with a friend of hers and had actually impressed her doctor with it.

Lelia selected a clear potion with a slightly pearly sheen to it when she held it up to the light. It was a damn good painkiller. She put the bottle to her lips and took a practiced swig, taking exactly ten minims. It was long enough after she’d taken her dose of the other painkiller that morning. She wasn’t supposed to take them on top of each other. At best, she’d just be really sleepy. At worst, it could damage her respiratory system because it would forget to breathe.

💕SILENT💕

“Oh, I already mentioned it to her,” Ronan said. “We met up earlier today.”

Em raised an eyebrow, wondering what they’d met up for, but deciding that she probably already knew and didn’t want details. This did beg the question then if Ronan was still annoyed that Verity hadn’t officially decided what her distraction was going to be, or if he’d gotten over that given other developments.

Lelia looked like she wanted to ask Ronan what was going on, but elected not to. She’d picked up not to press for too many pieces of information. Which was generally good, though Em would have liked to have seen Ronan’s face when Lelia asked him about if he was bedding Verity or not.

So instead, Em let herself continue to think about the plan.

Beyond a distraction, Verity was prepared to do a few dirty mage tricks via telekinesis. And go so far as get herself taken in by the Guards to give the others a chance to escape. She’d also be managing the silent telepathy loop to keep everyone informed. Well, everyone except Ronan.

🔮DREAM🔮

Juls was a short, thin, priestess with brown hair pulled mostly into a bun-ponytail combo. The hair not in the bun was curled perfectly in uniform curls, like with an iron. She had green eyes and a big smile. She took them up a set of stairs to where there were clearly more rooms.

“Here you are,” Juls said, opening a room not far from where the staircase emptied out into the upstairs hall. There was a glowstone next to the door, pulsing faintly blue. Juls put a hand on the glowstone and made it turn orange.

“Room is yours until you leave tomorrow morning,” she added cheerily. “This will keep the door locked, but I can get the enchantment to recognize one or both of you so you can be let in without one of us present.”

“Both,” Lelia said. “Just in case.”

Getting the enchantment to recognize their auras was easy work, probably because it was literally designed for that sort of thing and had to be meticulously maintained. Lelia wouldn’t dream of trying to dig some loophole into it.

☀WAKE☀

Lelia woke in a tangle of limbs with Em. Which was somewhat hilarious because the temple bed was easily twice the size of the bed back in the apartment. Lelia’s hip and shoulder were in pain, but that dulled as soon as she remembered the previous night.

She hastily shoved those thoughts from her head and almost considered focusing on the pain again.

She turned her head, taking in the bed, the room. The bed was objectively comfortable and there had been so much ambience in the room that it should have been the most relaxing sleep either of them’d had in a while. Except, at least for Lelia, sleep had been fretful at best.

She disentangled herself from Em, which only served to wake Em up.

“Sorry,” Lelia murmured.

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