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She was, but she wanted sore muscles and blistered hands and to fall into bed so exhausted she wouldn’t dream, wouldn’t think, wouldn’t feel much of anything.
Okay Nesta
he breathed, and kissed her.
He always kissing mfs… Stop kissing ppl DoRiAn
“I just want to thank you,” he murmured, leaning in. “For seeing me and not running.”
Real Talk
She had survived this long, and would only survive the road ahead if she continued to be unnoticed, reliable, quiet. But she didn’t want to be unnoticed—not with him, not forever.
Same
“They burned the antler throne, Aedion. There is no throne for her.” “Then I’ll build one myself from the bones of our enemies.”
Good man
A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him.
He fine shxt
just as she was probably assuming the worst about his leaving.
I always assume the worst after you leave… cause why would you leave after seeing my scars?!
and a mug of ginger tea.
Eww he hates you
the males around her go this berserk?”
No, HE loves YOU… hehehehehehe
there would still be an instinct to protect the defenseless, regardless of whether they’re female or male, young or old.”
Excuses, or Im delulu
While she ate, he made sure the room passed inspection: the fire was still high (suffocatingly hot, as it had been since morning, thanks to the chills that had racked her), only one window was cracked (to allow in the slightest of breezes when she had hot flashes), the door was shut (and locked), and yet another pot of tea was waiting (currently steeping on his worktable). When he was done ensuring all was accounted for and no threats lurked in the shadows, he looked her over with the same scrutiny: skin (wan and gleaming from the remnants of those hot flashes), lips (pale and cracked),
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A Man
Abraxos’s
My fucking GUY
He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring.
Godspeed
All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing.
A beautiful thing
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
She would not let that light go out.
would not take a monster to destroy a monster—but light, light to drive out darkness. She was not afraid.
He knew Aelin was alive, because during all these weeks that they had been breathing each other’s scents, they had become bonded.
and sometimes she grew quiet and cried—and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.
“Your mother would be proud,” Emrys said.
It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
“Together, Fireheart,” he said, pushing back the sleeve of her tunic. “We’ll find a way together.” He looked up from her exposed wrist. “A court that will change the world,” he promised.
No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.
