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December 16 - December 18, 2024
Never her. Only what she could give.
“Because you are mine to fight for.”
Does he love her?
Are they fated to be together?
“First you need to figure out what you’re fighting for. First you need to care about something,” Luka said.
“No one can steal your thunder if you are the storm,” he replied, stretching a hand toward her. “Be the fucking storm, Tessa.”
The words hit their mark, whether intended or not, and she instantly shoved down every thought and insecurity. She instantly became nothing. So close to being something. She nodded mutely as his words settled deep into her soul.
“This will break her. She’ll never forgive you for this.”
“Shadows are cunning, don’t you think? The light doesn’t realize the
shadows are circling until there’s nowhere for them to go. It’s either join the shadows, or drown in the darkness.”
She’d been trying when she’d force herself to not fidget at the dining table, to follow his commands, to be what she wasn’t prepared to be.
She’d been trying when she agreed to a Bargain, agreeing to pretend to be what he needed because she didn’t know if she could actually be what he needed.
She’d been trying to care when no one had truly cared for her in so long, she’d stopped caring about anything.
She’d been trying, and all he’d done was tell her it wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t enough. That he needed her to try harder. Needed her to be more. Needed her to give and give and give. And now she was this. She’d stopped trying. She’d stopped trying to be anything but the unpredictable, wild thing she was.
He recognized it too late….he’s broken her too much, he lost his chance….unless it’s redeemed somewhere. He loved her too late.
She was going to emerge stronger than any other Fae. She would be stronger than many of the Legacy in Devram. And she’d stopped trying to control her chaos.
“When you accept you are nothing, it frees you from caring.”
“And when you’re already nothing, you can really become anything.”
Gods, his voice. Where had she heard it?
Trystan Blackheart!!! Who are you really?!?!
“You cannot heal me, Theon.”
“You’d have to find all the pieces of my soul, and it’s far too shattered to be put back together.”
Page 594 - too late he saw her too late, recognized he loved her too late, broken her too much
“I’m sorry I loved you too late. But I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
That she’d been forgotten here for a purpose.
He’d succeeded. He’d broken her, made her bleed. Shattered her soul so completely, there was no way to ever put it back together. So she’d build herself a new one. One no one could touch, no one could break. One who did what needed to be done without remorse. Isn’t that what he’d said to her? She’d get back up. She’d be the fucking storm. Because the thing about light? When strong enough, it could obliterate darkness.
