manuscript search tag game
the lovely @sleepyowlwrites tagged me :D
my words are unbothered, unusual, unwavering, uninterested, unorthodox
unbothered (Dragonsong) (friendship piles! tbh Sierra is the person Isi would be most comfortable doing this with... she’s not super touchy-feely)
Isi and SB ladled soup into bowls. When each was filled, Robin took it in both hands. A few seconds later he set it down. SB stuck a finger curiously in one, and immediately pulled it back with a yelp. “That’s hot alright.”
“That was the aim,” Robin agreed, warming the last bowl. After a second, the deadpan sarcasm gave way to a pleased twinkle in his eye.
The table wasn’t designed for five people; Sierra sat pressed up against Isi and halfway into Holly’s lap, though she didn’t seem to mind. Robin and SB had a bit more space on their side of the table.
Sierra tucked in enthusiastically, apparently unbothered by the heat. Holly glanced at Robin, then began to eat her own soup. It was simple, but well-spiced, and no one spoke until the plates were clean. Not even Enya, who had her own small bowl on the floor.
Isi smiled. She’d have preferred to be travelling today, but despite the crammed setup, the little house felt like a home.
“Careful,” said Aria from nearby. “I’ll not have you re-break your ribs when they’re almost healed.”
Clambering to her feet, Aella returned, “They’re practically healed already. And it’s not like I’m doing anything unusual… unlike the time I broke them.”
“Unusually stupid, you mean.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll take that. But—” She punctuated the word by gesturing with the sword.
“Sit this out,” said Tempest. “Aria’s right.”
unwavering (sort of) (Hurricane)
Aella stopped. Where was Tempest? Where was her crew? Not a single person in the crowd around her looked familiar.
No, that wasn't true. Off to her right, a white man stared at her. A chill ran down her spine. She glanced towards him. His gaze remained intent on her, never wavering. She didn’t think she’d seen him before, but something about him was eerily familiar.
Normally she hated crowds, the way they seemed to stifle. But now the crowd seemed to melt away as the man in the blue coat made his way towards her. She wanted to run, but where would she run to? And why? This was one man.
uninterested (again, sort of) (Dragonsong)
“He only listened to you because—”
Isi was not interested in this line of argument. One quick jab of the quarterstaff to Brendon’s jaw and his eyes rolled up in his head. He slumped backwards.
unorthodox I did not have anywhere
I will tag @rosiewritesandrambles @isherwoodj and @talesofsorrowandofruin (and anyone else who wants to play) to find the same words! they’re a fun set.