mellifera wrote:Nadia really thinks she's being sneaky when it comes to Celeste but every single person in her family knows that she is super gay and an idiot.
Nadia was the one who began this time. A slow, entrancing melody at first, which built in tempo and volume until Celeste raised her violin and pulled out her first, sweet note, like honey dripping from a spoon. She began to shift, in slow motions at first, around the piano. Circling Nadia, like a wolf circling a deer, forcing herself to look without intent. But as the music drew on, swelled or crescendoed, so too did she quicken her pace, or bounce on her feet. When every step, she pulsed magic into the arena floor, sending glowing orange lights like autumn sunsets bursting out from her feet, like the ground itself was magic and she was just a simple traveller.The anxiety fell away. Everything did. It was just her and the music, Nadia and her and the music, and they were riding over the crest of waves, over the peaks of mountains and the dips of valleys, gliding through the clouds and letting the sun reach down to kiss their skin and hair and fingers. To warm and to lighten their touch as they played, so that the only thing that mattered was the music.For however long it lasted, Celeste was entirely at peace.
"Haven’t you heard? Autumn is the season of reaping. The harvests get brought in by the scythe. And the cold starts to cycle of rebirth, but the corrupt and, yes, even the strong have to die first." As she spoke, she pulled on the raw magic of her Lady’s symbol and felt the cool handle of her sickle materialise in her hand. "You’re not the only fancy bitch around here with a weapon from a god."
"Sometimes love is the most powerful force. Sometimes its hope. Its always something.Today, it will be justice."
She glanced down at the hoop, before grabbing it and raising it up to show him. It was disorganised right now, her hands still unsure and unsteady, but she was remarkably focused and calm for a five-year-old. “They’re flowers. Like the ones on the windowsill.” She pointed to the open window where flowers swayed in the early ushering of the colder seasons once again. They would have a beautiful blaze of glory when all the colours turned for the Season of the Land’s Ball, but then they would wilt into frost. Still, it added a splash of colour in the somewhat murky palette of Shadebough.“I can’t wait to see what it will look like when you’re done.” You’re going to have a little sibling soon. He walked over and leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead. She beamed. “Though no flower could be as pretty as our little princess, could they?”Isadora giggled under her breath, ducking her head sheepishly.How could anyone suggest even harming your little sibling?
I need to stop making this novel sad because it's supposed to be light-hearted right now!!
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