mint and memories.

okay, here we go. gorgeous Neelam Gill xxx, birds are from got, but I don’t remember the ep, beach xxx, flowers xxx, sails and the ship xxx, beeline xxx

Fanciful, but sensible thing.

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She thought about birds singing.

Blue. My name’s Blue Sargent.

Blue gave him a watery smile. “That was super nice.” He shrugged, eyes doleful, shoulders curled in on themselves. He was fading. It wasn’t that she could see through him. It was that it was hard to remember what he looked like, even while she was looking at him. When he turned his head, she saw him swallow.

Maybe you’re already something more

Blue had known her entire life that she was a rarity. And it was nice to be useful. But it wasn’t enough. It was not, her soul thought, something more.

She had been shunned and embraced and bullied and cajoled. She was going to hell, she had the straight line to spiritual nirvana. Her mother was a hack, her mother was a witch. Blue dressed like a hobo, Blue dressed like a fashion mogul. She was untouchably hilarious, she was a friendless bitch.

He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.”

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic now, too.

SOON, SOON.

Which was ludicrous. It had always been Ronan against Kavinsky. There was never any possibility of with. “It was never going to be you and me.”

… again Adam considered Ronan’s admiration of him.

‘I want you to know,’ Noah said, pressing the carved bone against his Adam’s apple, hard, as if it would squeeze the words from him, ‘I was… more… when I was alive.’ ‘You’re enough now,’ Blue said. ‘I missed you.’ With a wan smile, Noah reached over and petted Blue’s hair, just like he used to. She could barely feel his fingers. 

I made a deal with you, Cabeswater. I’m your hands and your eyes.