#adrian

I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced by a dreamy one. “The mechanic will wait,” he said. “Yeah, but I’m supposed to meet Brayden soon, I’ll be-” That’s when I got a good look at Adrian. “What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn’t be out here.” “It’s not that bad.” He was lying, and we both knew it. “Come on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?” His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. “It was worth it. You looked…happy ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #contentment

He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dating #rose-hathaway #dating

It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #love #sydney-sage #love

So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #cute #dangerous #kissing #love

I certainly hadn't expected to walk away from today's trip with joint custody of a miniature dragon. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny #sydney-sage #funny

It was a lot of pressure, but I loved working with Tim and I loved working with Adrian. ↗

— Elizabeth Pena

#i #lot #loved #pressure #tim

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#political

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.” “Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon.” “So it is,” said Adrian, straight-faced. “My mistake. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#mistakes

All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I’d just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I’d also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #sydney-sage #sydrian #love

Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #metaphor