#luxen

[pt: Luxen/end pt]

An orientation for women and/or people with genders related to or connected with womanhood who feel attraction to women and xenogender people. It is intended to be a term for exclusive attraction.

The prefix "lu-" comes from "andaluian" (wlxe attraction | link) and "-xen" comes from "xenogender".

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Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

1. Obsidian

2. Onyx

3. Opal

4. Origin

5. Opposition

I could sit here and read the whole series 📖 😍

“That was what I wanted at some point in my life, for someone to look at me like I looked at tacos.”

“His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS.”

“There's nothing we can do other than live with the promise of tomorrow while knowing it may not come.”

“Did you love her, Luc?” “With every breath I take.”

“We were all dark stars, but Luc... he was the darkest."

“I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me yours.”

“It’s only ever been you. Before. Now. Later. There’s been no one else. There… just can’t be.”

“I am not walking away again. If I kiss you, if I touch you again, I will not be able to go back to the way things are now.” The next breath he took trembled as much as I was. “I won’t be able to pretend that you aren’t my everything”

“By the way, just going to remind you that you told me last night you missed me.” “I must’ve been high.” “On my presence.”

“You’re real, Evie. It doesn’t matter who you used to be or who you thought you were. You are real, and I see you.”

“Even if you wake up and you don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here, and I’ll help you remember.” His lips brushed my forehead. “I’ve got enough love for you that I’m overflowing with it. It’ll be more than enough if you wake up and see me as a stranger. No matter how you come back to me, as Evie or as Nadia or someone else, I’ll still love you like I do now, like I did yesterday and the day before, and that’ll be enough. I’ll still love you.”

“There is humor in everything. If we forget that, we lose everything.”

“What-ifs are the STDs of the mind,” he said, squeezing me when I laughed. “Seriously. They’re pointless, and they end with you wanting to take a wire brush to your brain. Don’t waste your time there.”

“We didn’t come all this way, survive all we have, only to lose each other again,” he said. “You won’t allow that. I know you won’t, but if you can’t believe in that yet, then believe in me until you can.”

Daemon Black