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ofangelicbloodisgone

“I’m not stalking.”

Except he was. To a degree. Ever since he’d met her he’d been unable to get her out of his mind. Even his siblings had noticed something had changed about him. Of course, he was denying all of it. He was focused on their job, on the fact they were meant to keep the city safe from the demons. A girl wasn’t something he needed in his life. Not when he’d had plenty of fun with those in the downworld. But something about her had piqued his interest and it was difficult for him to think about anything else. And now Jace was hoping he might be able to find her again. Someone like her shouldn’t have been that hard and yet he spent more time looking for her than demons. His hard work had paid off and standing there all he can do is offer a simple smile. “I don’t stalk. I had to make sure you were okay.”

@faircourts

faircourts

HE’S DEFINITELY STALKING HER. she’s convinced she’s seen him far too many times for it to be purely coincidental. new york city is not small by any means — and him seeming to be around just about every corner she turns is far too purposeful. she should . . probably feel terrified , or unsettled at the very least — but there’s something that makes her feel as if she can trust him . . . or that he at least won’t murder her. “ no , no. you’re definitely stalking me. this is the fourth time i’ve seen you this week. ” even despite the situation , the corners of glossed tiers are getting tugged upwards ; a warm grin plastered to her expression. hands drop to rest at her hips , a brow raising , “ you had to make sure i was okay? . . i tripped , i didn’t get hit by a car. —— your concern is appreciated , though. ”

#ofangelicblood #CLARISSA FAIRCHILD. › RUNE CRAFTER. / heroes aren’t always the ones who win.#im sorry it took me so long to respond !! :(

dovesdeath

elain had always been gentle and sweet — and i had considered it a different sort of strength. a better strength. to look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. she had always been so full of light. perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open; to fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been … and now nothing remained.

ELAIN ARCHERON of sarah j. maas’ a court of thorns and roses series. adored by odette !

#hii #elain is over here now !!#<3

KISSING MEME. x.

@wratheart said ‘ kisses. ’ ; elain &. lucien.

𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑶𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑴. perhaps that was because she had spent so long trying to deny him , to just not think of him at all. it’s not necessarily because she does not like him --- but she cannot see him without hearing those words he spoke in that throne room. you are my mate. she hates the memories that flood her mind when she thinks back on the memory , to feel the pure anger and rage that floods through when she recalls what it felt like to be dragged down in the darkness and spit back out on the marble floor.

on a day spent walking around velaris when rain begins to drip down onto her , she hurries into the nearest shop --- and collides with a body that she knows is him long before she looks up. she knows his scent , would recognize it anywhere. being in his arms feels so comforting , so right , and it terrifies her. as he steadies her , she finds herself sinking into his embrace , but still rejects his offer to walk her home &. turns on her heel to swiftly walk back outside before she has the chance to rethink it. ; when she is kicking and thrashing in her sleep , tears streaking down freckled cheeks , it is him that is shaking her awake. she does not know how he gets there so fast in the middle of the night , but she does not question it , cannot bring herself to care about it as she begs him to leave , choking out a sob only once she’s sure she is alone. ; when she starts her cycle in her new form for the first time , the pain is even worse than feyre had made it out to be. i’m going to die , she repeats to herself , because she is completely sure that she will. she can smell him even before he bursts through her bedroom door , concern etched into his features until it hits him. she cannot help but feel embarrassed with the knowledge that he knows she is bleeding , but it is him who stays by her side the entire time --- who massages her lower back until the pain subsides enough so that she may sleep , and he is the one with food and drink when she awakes. when it has passed , she is too overcome with embarrassment to even thank him before he leaves.

hunched over on her hands and knees in her garden , she can feel his presence behind her , but does not acknowledge him until he speaks. ‘ is there anything you need help with? ’ ... her words come out before she can truly think about what she is saying , “ I DON’T WANT YOU. ” she expects him to not react , because he has not reacted to any of her harsh comments yet , but this time , it’s like something breaks within him. ‘ and you think i wanted you? wanted this? -- i loved , love someone else too , and i never wanted anyone else either. she was supposed to be my mate. ’ when he speaks he is calm , but there’s an anger buried deep down , and she feels the overwhelming sorrow in the bond.

then he is gone , and she does not see him for a long time. she did not know that he had lost someone too --- had been too wrapped up in what she had lost to even try to get to know him. she wondered if things would be different if she had met him first , if perhaps she could bring herself to love him if they had met before graysen , before hybern. ; the next time she sees him , she musters up the courage to invite him into her garden , to let her see the only part of herself she has left. she doesn’t know how to explain what exactly that means to her , but it seems that he understands even without her saying it. over time , she gradually warms up to him. it starts off with small stuff -- asking if he can help her with something in the garden , or asking if he would accompany her down to one of the shops , to asking feyre to invite him to her birthday party. she doesn’t quite know when it happens , but at some point along the way , they become inseparable.

IT IS NOW , after several months of practically being glued to one another , that they sit splayed on the bank of the starlight lake , feet still dangling in the water --- it felt like liquid silk. remnants of the starlight still linger in damp tendrils , brows furrowed as the pad of her finger continues to trace the outline of each and every one of his scars. they each tell a different story , ones that she hopes he will one day feel comfortable enough to share with her. “ i hated the fact that i was made , hated what they had done to nesta and i , ” she begins , a distant look in the dark pools of her eyes as the memories resurface. “ it felt as if they had ripped my life out of my hands. they had stolen everything i thought i was , had taken away the life i had planned myself. i . . i was so angry about all i had lost that i could not realize what i had gained in the process. ”

she falls silent , turning back towards her discarded gown to retrieve something , keeping it balled up and concealed within her hands. “ but i am grateful that i met you , lucien , and i am grateful that i was made because it brought me to you. ” she leans up to press her lips to his in a soft and tentative kiss , taking one of his hands and placing the neatly wrapped up napkin within his palm , pulling away to watch him unveil just what was inside --- a small honey and lemon cake. she sees the uncertainty in his eyes and cuts him off before he can even say anything. “ yes , i know what this means. but you are my mate . . . and i am grateful for that too. if i have to live for this eternity , the only person i want to spend it with you --- because you make it worth living. ” she falls silent , reaching out for that bond between them to whisper three silent words to him : i choose you.

“ now , just eat the gods damned cake. ” elain relishes in the laugh he barks out , waits until the entire cake is gone --- and the moment it is , she leans forward to kiss him again , much more sure of herself this time as her arms loop around his neck to pull him down to her. she can still taste the honey on the stickiness of his lips and tongue. the bond between them feels as though it has been set ablaze , melting into the hand that finds itself in her hair and cradling the back of her head. my mate. my mate , my mate. the words echo in that connection between them , and she knows then that she is grateful to spend her infinity with him. her mate --- her equal , her balance , her other half , her soul’s first answer. every trial she has endured has brought her to this very moment , to this starlight lake and this patch of grass they tangle themselves on. she would not change a single thing.

#WRATHEART: 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚.#ELAIN ARCHERON. › THE SEER. / with grace in her heart.#this is kinda long im so sorry #this was also supposed to be an emotional kiss but it probably fits more than just that so take it however u wish to

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 her , chilling the beads of sweat slipping down her forehead. hands balled into fists , knuckles bleeding &. bruised from past afternoons spent landing hit after hit on the high lord of the night court , but she does not mind the sting. it is something she has grown used to --- she welcomes it , even ; the only familiar thing she has left to hold on to.

nesta archeron is pure rage. there is so much of it bottled up within such a small girl --- it threatens to consume her , and although she shows no sign of it , she truly fears the day. it seems that rhysand understands . . understands just how angry she is. understands the way she longs for a life she no longer has , understands the utter emptiness she feels in the hollow cavity within her chest where the ash remnants of a heart remain. he understands that she is terrified of what she is and what she could very well become. it’s nice , because she cannot find the words to express exactly how she feels , but it seems that he does not need words in order to process the very thoughts running through her mind at just about any given time. she should feel afraid at how vulnerable this makes her , but she cannot bring herself to.

“ you’re not tired of this yet? babysitting me every day? ” she questions , dark brow arched even as she channels every emotion she cannot describe into her next punch --- right on his shoulder , so hard it even causes her to wince when her knuckles collide with the hard body. “ i imagine it’s not really fun. ”

starter for @inkedmoonlight.

#INKEDMOONLIGHT: 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝.#NESTA ARCHERON. › CAULDRON MADE. / she feels everything.#q.

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𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹 with a sigh --- her leg is bouncing underneath the silk of her gown , but that’s the only sign that shows that she is even alive. otherwise , she is as still as a statue , something she’s grown awfully used to in recent months.

her nightmares still plague her even in the hours she’s awake -- the feeling of cold water clinging to her and dragging her down into a never - ending darkness. her skin still trembles in the same manner as it did when the cauldron had hurled her out of it , when she had sat on the cold marble , drenched gown bunched at her thighs , trying to hold back the floodgate of tears that threatened to spill out. the king of hybern’s face still stares back at her every time she closes her eyes.

elain draws in a deep breath , intent on ridding her mind of such thoughts --- though no matter how hard she tries , they will always be there ; lingering in the darkest depths of her mind , waiting until she is weak and striking her down from her attempts to build herself back up. here , she waits in the chair silently for what feels like an eternity -- though she’s sure it was probably only a few minutes. then , rhysand is walking into the room , book in hand. the only sign of her acknowledging him is the faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“ good morning , ” her words are meek and hoarse from the weeks spent barely using it. she glances down to the book in his hand before meeting his gaze again --- a silent question of will you read to me today?

starter for @inkedmoonlight.

#INKEDMOONLIGHT: 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝.#ELAIN ARCHERON. › THE SEER. / with grace in her heart.#i hope this is okay !!

wratheart-a

the first time elain allowed him to step in her garden, lucien felt like he was walking on ice. not like the one he’d ran across when escaping his brothers together with feyre, but so much thinner. she’d let him in and showed him a part of herself and he knew exactly what it means -- elain trusted him. her silence before they grew close hurt, but he hadn’t expected to face the bite of her words. how sweet she still sounded as she turned him away. he’d given in and allowed her to pull him in and push him away. now, it seems they could not pull away from each other. lucien grins at her from where he stands, hands on his hips as he pants lightly. “ the summer court also have this dance-- ” he slides off his jacket and chucks it onto his chair before he straightens his back and circles elain, spinning as he does so and clapping rhythmically to his steps.

he finally stops after rounding her twice, holding to the back of her chair and holding his head while shutting his eyes tightly. “ it makes you very dizzy though. i don’t know how they do it. ” one quick breath, lucien falls into his own chair and rests his chin in one palm, his metallic eye catching the light of the sun when he finds elain’s face. “ your turn. ” // plotted with @faircourts

faircourts

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑵.

this is progress that lucien welcomes. though he tries to hold back his grin, lucien can’t help the way it spreads over his lips and lights his face. the metallic eye catches the sunlight pouring on them and lights his hair like a gentle fire. elain’s comfortable attitude towards the bond and himself is welcoming. it leaves lucien wondering how close she will let him, if she will even let him be more than just a friend. the thought is a soft pulse against the bridge between them as he finds himself unable to cease his mind from racing with the mere thought of her.

the mention of spring grounds him. a quiet hum resounds from the emissary as he taps his finger gently against the arm of the chair, letting the memories of his home wash over him. the spring court had been his home for many years. it was more of a home than the autumn court had ever been. he found safety and acceptance there. above all, he found a purpose. he was treasured for his abilities. what tamlin couldn’t do, lucien did. often willingly, other times as a sacrifice. it cost him a lot of stress, yet lucien would not change what he had in the spring court for anything in the world. he liked tamlin’s court more than he liked the court of autumn. a biased choice, perhaps, definitely influenced by the treatment he received. but if he had to explain, he would mention the peace that spring contained, the refreshing feeling of constant rebirth and growth, the beauty of youth and wilderness. his grin fades to a distant smile.

“ i like spring, too. ” he locks his eyes with elain’s, getting lost in their brown colour as he lets the bridge between them connect their minds. images flash in his mind and to hers: of rainbow flower fields, sparkling large lakes, meadows with birds chirping, the lake of starlight shielded by the trees, the willow tree lucien would often fall asleep under and be woken up by tamlin. his chest feels hollow with longing and nostalgia for a time that passed too fast. that he did not appreciate enough. it spills through the images without him realising even as he summons the memories of the parties and rituals. the spring equinox with the band playing well into the hours of the morning and faeries dancing to the tune without a care, drinking and celebrating with whoever was close. the fire night, calanmai, when the spirit and body are allowed to be free with the song of the drums. lucien omits the depravity of it, though hopefully elain understands it. they’d never used the bond so much. it made lucien’s heart swell, made him want to sit closer and look in those brown eyes and talk without words for hours. but he pulls away from it, shifting in his seat as if to keep himself from slipping right back in. “ what do you think? ”

𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳. it does not take a genius to figure that out , but this is the first time elain has truly noticed it ; glowing in the golden sunlight like some god descended from the heavens themselves , he is stunning. his hair reminds her of a fire --- not a dangerous one blazing through the forest , but more like the flames in an inviting fireplace that she would curl up next to on a cold winter day to seek warmth from , one that she would fall asleep next to with a welcome feeling of safety as the orange flames warmed the chill in her very bones. the glint of his metallic eye in the sun , the wide grin at his lips , the scarred skin along the side of his face . . he is absolutely breathtaking. she wants to reach a hand out and touch him , to trace the outline of his scar with all of the gentleness in the world , to melt into him.

she feels that connection between their very souls and allows herself to gently brush it. she’s unsure if she allowed him to hear those thoughts , unsure if she wanted him to or not , but she hopes he understands the look in her eyes as she stares into russet &. gold. she can feel as they both seem to cross that bridge and meet somewhere in the middle ; her mind is flooded with beautiful images of places she does not believe can possibly be real. it almost feels as if she is there with each of his memories he shares with her --- it is her in those fields , it is her asleep under the willow tree , it is her dancing and drinking the night away until the sun rises in the morning. the yearning he feels for a time that has passed far too soon spills through the bond and tugs at her heart , at the rope that leads her right back to his own. she knows she is not the only one who has lost what and who they love --- and she tries to tell him just that through the bond ; i understand , and i am so sorry.

she wants to reach out and take his hand , unsure if he even received her message --- still not used to the bond and , honestly , having no clue as to how to communicate through it. after a long and hesitant pause , she extends a lithe extremity towards him , the tips of her fingers grazing the top of his hand , scared that this is uncharted territory that she is not welcome in. after another beat , it is only then that she lowers her palm to rest atop the back of his hand , allowing herself to smile up at him. her gaze does not leave his , gradually moving her thumb across his skin ; it is then , staring into his eyes and focusing all of her energy on the warmth of his hand beneath her own frigid one , that she concentrates on truly getting her message across : thank you for sharing these with me. she lets her thoughts linger on that bridge between them for a few moments more , only pulling away from it when she feels him do the same. “ i think it’s beautiful. it’s a shame i could not have been there to experience it with you. ”

#WRATHEART: 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚.#ELAIN ARCHERON. › THE SEER. / with grace in her heart.#i love them sm #also sorry if my replies are showing up weird my tumblr is being Wonky

faircourts

okay hi so !! now that my apartment is no longer flooding, i’ll get to the rest of my stuff after some errands.

#im finally home!!#i WILL be productive yes

okay hi so !! now that my apartment is no longer flooding, i’ll get to the rest of my stuff after some errands.

#⋮ 〞 ♡ ... 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ╱ 𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.*

monstermeme-deactivated20191027

👿. “ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ” 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 .

a collection of scenarios that involve our muses ‘ kissing ’ . feel free to specify , or send ‘ KISSES ’ for me to randomly generate a number . do not copy & redistribute as your own .

01. a soft kiss .

02. a rough kiss .

03. a platonic kiss .

04. a bloody kiss .

05. a desperate kiss .

06. a goodbye kiss .

07. a promised kiss .

08. a dared kiss .

09. a ‘glasgow’ kiss .

10. an eskimo kiss .

11. a forehead kiss .

12. a kiss that leaves a mark .

13. an interrupted kiss .

14. an almost kiss .

15. a reunited kiss .

16. a kiss in the rain .

17. an emotional kiss .

18. a secret kiss .

19. a final kiss .

#⋮ 〞 ♡ ... 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ╱ 𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.*

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so storytime i was gonna try to get the rest of my starters n stuff done this morning but then i woke up to a flooded apartment so um . . yeah

#⋮ 〞 ♡ ... 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ╱ 𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.*

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THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

some may be nsfw and / or be triggering.

01 : TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞

02 : TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03 : SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04 : SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

❝ i could hear screams … ❞

❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05 : SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

❝ are you smelling me? ❞

❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

#⋮ 〞 ❀ ... 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂.*#me: hasnt even gotten to half of my asks #also me: reblogging more memes

okay hi ! i’m gonna get going on stuff right now. i have abt 14 asks &. i think 7 or 8 starters to write ( and whatever replies i owe ) so ! i’m gonna do as many as i can and then decide if i should queue them or not. <3

#⋮ 〞 ♡ ... 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ╱ 𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.*#i also have a couple blogs to set up but i’m not gonna worry abt that

faircourts

STARTER CALL !

i’ve got some spare time &. i’m itching to write. specify muse !

mitchellwrites

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

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

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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