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5 lines tag game!

thank you for the tag @tabswrites!! <3

tagging @dyrewrites @mysticstarlightduck @poethill and an open tag if anyone wants to join!

your lines are: a line about clothes, a funny line, a sweet line (love or flavor, take your pick), a line with fighting (physical or otherwise), and a line you're proud of

A line with food:

“I made herb-roasted lamb last night,” Anya says. “Imagine my disappointment when you weren’t there to tell me how talented I am.”

I grin at her sheepishly. “Liam ate well, then?”

Her eyes soften at the mention of her son. “Liam has refused to eat anything except cheesy pasta for the past three days. Stubborn as a bull, that one.”

“He gets it from his mother.”

A line with temperature:

I let out a wisp of power in the form of a light breeze, brushing the hair off of Rose's neck.

She tilts her had back, lips slightly parted. It's not horribly warm, but her skin is flush with sweat from sitting underneath the morning sun. "Thank you," she murmurs. Then louder, "Do you think—"

"No."

A line with fear:

Uriel, as if sensing my resignation, says, “Have you learned now, prince of rot?”

The animal that I am, feral and desperate, cries out, “Please. Please.”

Uriel laughs.

Elias has stopped screaming. The flames have reached his chest, creeping up towards his collarbones. His own chains rattle against the walls as he trembles. His eyes are open now. He’s staring at me like I might save him.

A funny line:

Marcella reads the confession, either on my face or from my thoughts, and grins. “How’s your girl doing?”

“She’s not my—” An incredulous glare. “She’s fine. I’m assuming that the Glades was your idea?”

“Assume that every good idea is my idea.”

A line with color:

I hoard every detail, cataloging what the different colors of his eyes mean: pale-gray when he’s nervous, cornflower blue when he’s amused, navy when he’s passionate— or seriously pissed.

He pushes the headphones off of one ear and shoots me a boyish grin, his eyes the color of the morning sky. “Do you have more?”