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Day #1 of writer self love

Based off this activity here from @writeblrfantasy. Rules: you post snippets you’ve written that go with the themes for each day. The snippets can be as old or as new as you’d like.

Today’s theme is crown!

I don’t actually have any royalty in my books, nor physical crowns, but here’s a cute snippet of Eli comparing Ambrose to a prince in a Rival Most Vial drabble I wrote. Ambrose is trying on a new outfit for a fancy party, and Eli’s smitten:

(370 words, tw romance)

Then Ambrose appeared and every thought in Eli’s head vanished.

The suit led his gaze in a breath-taking circle. First, to Ambrose’s shoulders, perfectly fitted with gold braid against creamy silk. Then down the asymmetrical line of gold buttons, past his slim waist, to the underlayer of embroidered navy. The layer swept across his hips, leading Eli to a half-cape; a tiny night sky draped over Ambrose’s shoulder. Eli took his time here, letting the glittering cape slowly guide him back up to his shoulders, then his gold collar, then his face. His delicate, wonderful face, eyebrows raised in a shy question.

“Well?” Ambrose straightened one of the sleeves—unnecessary, the sleeve was perfect, but it was his habit. “What do you think?”

“I…” Eli trailed off, his thoughts still eluding him. Ambrose’s shoulders dropped, and Eli quickly launched forward, taking both of the man’s hands in his. “I’m sorry. I just…” 

Now that he was up close, he had to take one more look. The glittering embroidery on the cape, the engraved detail on the buttons…

He smiled and met Ambrose’s gaze. “You look like a prince, Ames.”

The half-elf’s fierce blush only made the gold shine brighter. “You don’t think it’s too much?” He looked down at himself. “I’m a shopkeeper. I don’t—I don’t wear things like this.”

“Well, I wouldn’t recommend brewing a potion in it.” Eli ran a finger over the shoulder braid—cool and smooth, just as he expected. “But with something like this, you’re going to fit in with all the actual princes in attendance.” His grin widened. “All I ask is that you don’t accidentally seduce one of them while you’re there.”

Ambrose rolled his eyes, his blush creeping up to his ears. “Please, I don’t seduce people.”

Eli bit his lip. In that suit, he was doing it effortlessly. It was taking a significant amount of effort not to just throw money at Mr. Swift and carry Ambrose back to his place. “I’m just saying, if they ask you to dance, then take a turn with them in a moonlit garden—“

“All right.” Ambrose let go of Eli’s hands with a barely concealed smile. “Mr. Swift, I believe we’re all set.”