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Let her sleep For when she wakes, She will move mountains.

“What’s it like to kill someone?” "I wish I could show you”, he says, running his hands through her still wet curls, leaving kisses and bruises on her delicate skin, murmurs, “I wish you’d understand. You’d love it, I know you would.” “But what’s it like?”, she asks again, voice barely above a whisper, hands tangled in his, and there’s the smell of sweat and blood and bleach. A cheap motel room and street lights paint different shades on their skin. But she doesn’t care, looks at him and the way his eyes go wide, a deadly glimmer in them when he thinks about these frantic, glorious moments after a kill. He answers, voice steady, “It’s like falling in love.”

girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death.

People aren’t suns or stars or skies. They can’t be. Bodies weren’t meant to hold the fire and the sea. But sometimes, sometimes I let myself think that maybe we used to be. And when I look at you, it’s easy to believe.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.

that girl with a broken heart, she’s worth more than she realizes, there’s a galaxy hidden behind her tired eyes, when she smiles, she draws you in like a black hole, the tears that spill from her eyes fall like shooting stars, the anger in her soul flares like a supernova, and, oh, that heart, it loves as harshly as the sun burns.

When I say I love you more, I don’t just mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us. I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us. I love you more than any obstacle that could ever try and come between us. I love you the most.

You looked me in the eyes for a little too long to “not have any feelings for me”.

Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man?