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ochre shades of uneasy
Scarlett now felt as if she were trying to rescue herself as well as Tella.
Scarlett had always liked the color gold. It felt hopeful and magical.
She thought nothing could be as painful as watching him hit Tella, but the blade, so close to Julian’s face, created a whole new world of terror.
He stood stoically as a wounded statue while Scarlett crumbled inside.
Scarlett wished he’d turn back into the careless young man she’d met on Trisda. His selflessness would accomplish nothing here unless he had a death wish.
she thought he was the furthest thing from a scoundrel or a liar,
Two people choosing to give tiny vulnerable parts of themselves to each other.
watching the fire skip over the metal until it turned shades of brilliant orange-red—the color of bravery.
he was still only half himself.
he went behind the bar and poured half a bottle of clear liquor over his cheek.
This is oddly attractive
Too many roses and not enough time.
He tasted like midnight and wind, and shades of rich brown and light blue. Colors that made her feel safe and guarded.
They were fifty cruel reminders of what he had lost.
She wondered if her fearless Julian now feared her father too, or if he dreaded the same thing Scarlett did, that to save her sister one of them would have to take a deadly leap.
Julian’s hand was the only thing that felt truly solid
The Caraval sky was a creamy blur of butter and vanilla swirls. It made Scarlett think the air around her should taste like sweetened milk and sugared dreams, but all she could taste was dust and haze.
“Can you play us something pretty?”
There would not be so many thorns if nothing was hidden beneath them. Thorns protected roses.
A hole made of black sky robbed of stars.
“There’s not time for all the things I wish I could say.”
Julian, who moments before held her hand as if he never planned to let it go, was suddenly looking at her as if he feared he would never see her again.
tiny green lights, as infinitesimal as bits of dust,
Legend was a viper. A serpent in a top hat and tails was still a snake.
a twinkle in his dark eyes that made her feel as if she were the charmed one, covered in magic only he could see.
He was magical to be sure, but in all the wrong ways.
Caraval takes place at night because you like to watch, and see what people do when they think there are no consequences.”
the things they’ve done here don’t just unhappen, no matter how much they might wish them undone.”
“Oh, to be so hopeful and stupid. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
“Would you like to tell her, or should I?” Legend’s eyes glittered, and this time there was no madness in them at all. He was the perfect picture of a gentleman in a top hat and tails, fully sane and dreadfully victorious.
Which is why I’ve had Julian working with me for the entire game.”
This line doesn't affect me because I can't read
It was the same wicked grin she’d first noticed on Del Ojos Beach; the smirk of someone who’d just succeeded in playing a very cruel trick.
No it's not. Nononononononono
“Don’t tell me it wasn’t a brilliant deception,”
Julian’s smile turned vicious, the kind made for breaking hearts.
But Scarlett had already been broken.
the look had been there, that extra spark; whether frustrated or angry or laughing, there was always something there that said some facet of her touched something inside of him.
Scarlett could feel the pieces of her battered heart daring to move back together. And it might have been a beautiful moment, if Legend had not chosen that same instant to pull out a knife and stab Julian in the chest.
Scarlett didn’t know how many times she repeated his name. She said it like a prayer. A plea. A whisper. A good-bye.
Scarlett knew that when this instant ended the next would not feel fresh, or thick with promise for the future. It would be incomplete, lacking, void, because Julian would not be in it.
gray pallor that there was no return from.
Legend was watching. Taking sick pleasure from her pain.
emotions and desires fueled the magic that made wishes possible.
Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed.
Black rose petals drifted to the ground
This was more than madness. This was something perverted that Scarlett did not understand.
father seldom told the entire truth, but he also rarely outright lied. He saved his lies for when they would count the most. Scarlett figured Legend was the same way.
The world was made of a rimless balcony, its floor a stretch of luminous onyx, with oversize cushioned lounges in shades of stardust, and small fire pits growing incandescent blue flames.
The air felt soft and poisonous.
She felt like softness and sunlight and seeds for growing dreams.
A prison disguised to look like a master suite with a palatial view.
