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[15.05] Happy birthday Eijun!

“I’m not flaunting anything. I’m just existing. This is me. I can’t hide myself. I can’t disappear. And even if I could, I don’t fucking want to. I have the same right to be here. I have the same right to exist.” ― Kacen Callender, Felix Ever After

he falls on the body. the knowledge rushes up in him, choking off breath. a scream comes, tearing its way out. and then another, and another. he seizes his hair in his hands and yanks it from his head. golden strands fall onto the bloody corpse. patroclus, he says, patroclus. patroclus. over and over until it is sound only.

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She had bribed a teacher. She had stolen opium. She had burned herself, lied to her foster parents, abandoned her responsibilities at the store, and broken a marriage deal. And she was going to Sinegard.

you are strong enough to survive the fall

❝ She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty. ❞

“We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”

no mourners. no funerals. among them, it passed for ‘good luck.’ - six of crows, leigh bardugo

And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Honestly … Honestly, Ianthe, with her bright gold hair, those teal eyes, elegant features, and supple body, looked more like Tamlin’s mate. His equal. A union with Tamlin—a High Lord and a High Priestess—would send a clear message of strength to any possible threats to our lands. And secure the power Ianthe was no doubt keen on building for herself.”

they were all growing up and into each other like trees striving together for the sun

may the odds be ever in your favor

“It’s very rude to keep a woman bound for any more than two or three or seven generations.”

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