❝ she was not a lynx or a spider or even the wraith. she was inej ghafa, and her future was waiting above. ❞

be still, sad heart! and cease repining, behind the clouds is the sun still shining; thy fate is the common fate of all — into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.

...she reminded me who i was. she had soft lips and green eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit.” august elbows her, jane smiles.

“It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”

someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

So cruel were the whims of history.

“for us, everything was a performance.” a small, private smile catches me off guard and i glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “everything poetic.”

happy birthday, bie @sophiemina!