#babes?

This ce is so cute

dyeing my hair bright pink the night before a festival is a great idea actually

Because she knew him.   He felt like ripping out of his own skin.   “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Fox.” She said, straight through the heart. “I did not chase you across the galaxy. I’m not here to demand anything of you.”   “The words,” Fox said, cruel as regret, “Cannot be unsaid.”   “I don’t want them back,” Ara snarled. “Gods, Fox.”  “But you do want me,” Fox said, all anger and heat, in too deep to think, “You”-   “You are my husband,” Ara yelled, loud, loud, loud, echoing all the way to the dark ceiling. “My riduur. I had to tell you my name. I had to tell Quinlan he had gone to die and managed to survive and you didn’t know him.” She breathed out, and for a second Fox could imagine it. The armor. Her hands in the fire. Her sure spirit- in violence, in belief, in love.   He wanted her to reach right through his skin and put him back together, melt and make a whole that made some fucking sense.   “Fox,” Ara breathed, quieter. “I will always want you. I will hold you in my heart forever. I can tell you all of it.” She slanted her gaze up at him, blazing, and it went unsaid it wouldn’t be enough- because- because she knew that Fox couldn’t trust it, wouldn’t, no matter what he did actually desire from the situation. “If you want to get know us, we’re here.”   “You,” Fox said, “And Quinlan Vos.” Fury- this was how he remembered her face, the opposite side of spectrum that had been so dissonantly wrong, in tears.   He wondered if he’d ever hear the laugh again.