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Like everything else he was painted in shades of gray and black, except for the crimson cravat around his neck. It was the deepest hue of red she’d ever seen. His face was equally hypnotic. He possessed the kind of dark good looks that made Scarlett wonder why everyone else wasn’t staring as well.
fake fiancé sighting!
She debated following him. He was mystery and unanswered questions. But something about him made her feel perilous shades of silky black. He moved through the crowd like a wraith, graceful but with an edge that felt a little too dangerous for her liking,
If Scarlett’s theory about the cider was right, both the young man and the journal were significant, but only one could lead her closer to Tella.
“This year’s game is not about other people.” Aiko’s gold-rimmed eyes met Scarlett’s. “Other participants aren’t missing their sister.”
But once again, rather than feeling as if she were playing the game, it seemed as if the game were playing with her.
I’m not the only artist who has stained its pages. Every true story from every Caraval in the past is in here. If you choose to examine all the stories inside, you will see who has won and how they did it.”
i feel like this notebook would be a really cool opportunity for a graphic novel series
“My greatest fear is that something bad will happen to my sister, and I won’t be able to protect her.”
“You’ve been watching me; you know finding my sister is all I want.” “I believe it’s something you want,” Aiko said. “But there are many things to want in life. It’s not a bad thing if there are other things you desire a little more.”
“Sometimes it’s easier to let someone else wound you.” But Scarlett had had enough of other people hurting her. “No, I can do it myself.” She ran the tiny sword over the tip of her ring finger.
When someone takes days of your life, your body dies, but your mind exists in a sort of dream world. Unless your body is destroyed.”
Only a sharp-looking gentleman with an eye patch and a crimson cravat noticed her being dragged onto a set of stairs, where the air darkened and the noise quieted. Later Scarlett would remember him watching, but just then her main concern was escaping from Dante.
watching. not doing a damn thing. legend is clearly team Julian.
“Tell me they didn’t take a day of your life.” “No. …” She fought to stay standing. “They took two days.”
“Where were you … earlier?” she asked. “In the wrong place.”
She licked the tip of his finger, but Scarlett hungered to taste his lips as well. To feel them against her mouth and her throat. To experience the solid touch of his hands on her body. She craved the heavy weight of his chest crushed to hers, to find out if his heart beat equally fast.
OKAY GIRL. OKAY.
“I’d think that answer was obvious.”
not really
Carefully Julian brought her finger to his mouth, and when his soft lips touched her skin the entire world shattered into a million shards of colored glass.
Not quite sure how far she’d already fallen, she imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.
Death was the color purple. Purple wallpaper and purple temperatures.
and sitting in the purple chair, looked much more like Donatella. Her cheeks were full of color, her smile full of mischief,
In front of them, a purple sun fell behind a grand home, similar to the turreted building that housed Caraval, but smaller, and painted dark plum with violet trim.
“Tella, you’re not going to die,”
“I might if you don’t win this game. Legend likes to—” Tella vanished.
“Legend likes to play twisted games with people, and one of his favorites is making girls fall in love with him.
The world tasted like lies and ashes when Scarlett woke.
A sudden heartbeat pressed against her back. Julian’s heart. Or was it Legend’s heart?
close but no cigar
Scarlett froze as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her thick dark hair now had a slender streak of gray ripping through it.
The game was not supposed to be real, but it was having very genuine consequences. If this was the price of a dress, what else would it cost her to get Tella back? Would she be strong enough?
She might have felt weak, but her love for her sister was not.
The scent. The usual hints of sweat and fading fire smoke were mired with heavier, harsher scents. Anise and lavender and something akin to rotted plums. No. Scarlett had only a blink to panic as she watched her father step around the corner.
Tell me who you fear the most, the woman had said, and Scarlett had been foolish enough to answer.
It was hurt. She could see the sting of her rejection in shades of stormy blue, ghosting over his heart like sad morning mist.
boyyyy she doesn't know a damn thing about you thats true wtf are you doing looking hurt??
Scarlett had always seen her own emotions in color, but she’d never seen another person’s. She didn’t know what shocked her more, that she could now see the color of Julian’s feelings, or that those feelings were so wounded.
It wasn’t until Julian stepped out of the room that she could breathe once more, and she realized: when he left, it felt as if he was closing the door on her as well.
Somehow the battered space still managed to smell like Tella. Sharp molasses and wild dreams.
The tunnels could also lead to madness, Scarlett thought. But she would rather face that possibility than her father.
so Legend doesn’t know me.
oh boy you a liar liar
“I don’t know what funeral you think you saw, but I’ve only ever attended one funeral, for my sister Rosa: Dante’s fiancée. I’m not Legend. I’m here because I want to stop him from destroying anyone else the way he destroyed her.”
i also love to lie
“I started this game with a simple mission.”
“I came here to find Legend and avenge my sister. My relationship with you was meant to end right after you got me into the game. So yes, I haven’t been completely honest about things, but, I swear, I am not Legend.”
lying like a lying liar who lies
“Your father’s here?” “Yes,” Scarlett said. They both started running.
Anise and lavender and something akin to rotted plums were replacing Julian’s cool scent, moving like smoke under the odd door he’d just pulled her through.
Since Annalise crushed his heart, Legend swore he would do the same to any daughters, or granddaughters, unfortunate enough to be a part of her line.
“Let’s just say my family is well connected.”
lol
“Your father is the one to blame,” he said. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” “You don’t know that,” Scarlett argued. “Whenever my father hurts my sister it is because I have done something wrong. Because I failed—”
Tella loved danger the same way candlewicks loved to burn. It never seemed to scare her that some of the things she lusted for might consume her like a flame.
Julian’s caramel eyes filled with something like regret. “I never said I was a good person, Crimson.”
To pick up Legend’s stupid vase of roses and dash them against the mantel of the fireplace.
we're assuming a very wrong thing rn
“You think too highly of yourself. My sister’s missing, my father has found us, and Dante’s dead. These tears are not for you.”
But I am sorry for every time I’ve lied to you.” He paused, and when he looked at her his warm brown eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them, and open, as if he wanted her to view something he usually kept hidden.
“Just promise me, no more lies.” With a heavy breath, Julian closed his eyes, forehead knotted into a look somewhere between gratitude and pain. He spoke hoarsely, “I promise.”
