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As with all history, the narrative is dictated by who is telling the story. Keep that in mind as you venture into this world.
Fear was fickle because it was misunderstood.
Maybe happiness wouldn't taste as sweet without the feeling of impending doom that crawled after it. And maybe fear, like all the other seemingly unbidden emotions, was simply a warning; a warning that historically, caused raised hackles and sharpened blades clenched in trembling and unsure hands.
"Run, Aheia."
“He told me not to believe the lies told to me by the light—that its brightness casts the most vicious of shadows.” Shiron only stared for a minute before his face broke into an exasperated grin and he shook his head. “Little shit reuses all my best life lessons.”
I'm fucking DEAD
“I want you in my bed at night and at my table in the morning, Aheia,”
“Let’s fix the fixable.”
Kar <3
“The size of our bodies has nothing to do with our worth. They’re simply a vessel for our minds.”
Because at the end of the day, he wasn’t good enough to keep precious things.
ARI :(
“You’re no God,” she breathed, honing the last of her edge toward him. “I’m worse.”
“Where the fuck did you come from, Aheia?” he asked, his curls hanging into her face as he held her face in his hands, forcing their foreheads together. And this time when he used her name, it wasn’t in anger. This time, it was in worship.
“Why were you in my room?” “You weren’t in mine.”
“Because no God could ever bring me to my knees the way you do.”
