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But gods are fickle beings, and things meant to be forgotten never remain so.
“I am Theon St. Orcas, Heir to the Arius Kingdom. You are Tessalyn Ausra. I have Selected you to be my Source. You obey me above all others. My desires are your desires. You are mine.”
what could go wrong
She’d courted death for years. Maybe it would finally take her.
The bond would make her want that too, so he’d Selected her.
ummmm....not consent
They kept telling her she was going to be okay.
“When you take her, you will want to believe that she loves you too.”
No one ever knew what to do with her except shove her aside. Lock her away. Too wild to be something, so forced to be nothing.
“The quiet is too loud sometimes, and I feel trapped in it,” she added in a whisper.
“You will break, Tessalyn. Make sure you get back up and take what is yours.”
“Something can only bend so far before it snaps.”
“I never know what you are going to do. It is infuriatingly intriguing.”
“He helps glue the broken pieces back together, even when I don’t think it’s worth it anymore.”
She didn’t speak another word the rest of the night.
:(
One more second. One more song. One more day. One more year. It didn’t much matter in the end.
If you are weak enough to fall, you are strong enough to rise back up. Weakness and strength come from the same place, and both are necessary.
Never her. Only what she could give.
