#pateodedit

He pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice. Being in his arms feels like the home I never had. He’s still panting his laugh that rumbles through his chest. My chest moves with his, making me smile. But somewhere along the way, the mood changes. He keeps going, his chest convulsing in spasms that sound a lot like a weak laugh but isn’t. He holds me so tight that if an army of scorpions came and tried to drag me out of his arms, they wouldn’t be able to.

I am an ant in the battlefield of the gods. There's no room for pride or ego, and barely enough room for survival.

penryn and the end of days, susan ee.

sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it were mine

“Sometimes, as we’re stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good.”

“This is Penryn Young, Daughter of Man, Killer of Angels.”

I close my eyes too, and try to focus on the warmth of his forehead resting on mine.

for @alekzandermorozova 💙