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achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. he turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. he closes his eyes and feels its point push through his skin, parting thick muscle, worming its way past the interlacing fingers of his ribs. there, at last, is his heart. blood spills between shoulder blades, dark and slick as oil. achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.

i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Nim from Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.

you’re everything. you’re… you’re chaos and order and everything between. like sunshine kept back by clouds. like the entire world’s imploded inside you, but all i see are the stars are sewn into your skin. you’re filled with soft, dark music. i hear it all the time. your music.

“I know who I am, what I’m good at, what I can and can’t do. I’m just… I’m what I am. A great shooter, a bad gambler. Why can’t that be enough?”