#viorson

The way she’s made? She’s fucking perfect. Everything about her is what makes her… Violet.

Nothing… just Violet wearing Xaden’s shirt and stealing his clothes, and Xaden asking to help wash her hair and taking care of her, while making sure his mind is open to her so the bond can wrap around her now-dreamless-nights and never let her be alone, and joking about how far they’ve come beyond any “breakup point”, and really channeling the “old married couple” vibes the squad said they had at the beginning of this book only double-dosed on fluff.

“You are a giant battle flag waving in the wind right now, Xaden, but you're my battle flag”

Lmao the fact that the squad confirmed that no one realizes Viorson can read the others mind; so while they have a full on debate-turned into profession of love-battle of flirtation… everyone else is just watching them squint dramatically, with rapid reactions to the other, in the most random drop of a hat minutes without end… and just 0 context 🤣

And today I’d like to thank my ADHD brain for Chapter 49 in Onyx Storm FOR I legitimately could NOT get past (what I’d call a “casual” BUT HOW CAN ONE BE KNEE DEEP, WHEN IN A PASSENGER SEAT, THERE ISN’T ENOUGH ROOM FOR THIS TO BE PRACTICAL🤣) moment of “how the fuck is Violet straddling someone in front of her, kissing them by turning her neck backwards, and pinning her hands to the top of a chair the opposite way all at once… I’m sorry, is she an owl?”😂 because the mechanics just DON’T make sense (and no I don’t want explicit clarity😅… we got there? Idk lmao😂) I’m just laughing as I am befuddled for all the wrong reason. So… Congrats Rebecca! LMAO😅😂😭