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There was no moral good or evil. There was only what was fated and what was not. What was Right by the threads our goddess wove, and what was a deviation of what should be.
But do not dampen your fire. You’ll need it for what’s ahead.”
After fifteen years
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“Mm.” The sound was more of a grunt. So he was a sore loser. Noted.
Hmm or turned on
And just when I thought he didn’t have anything to say at all, he spoke. Four words in Obitraen. “What did that mean?” I asked.
He let out a wordless sound through his teeth. My brow furrowed. Surely I was hallucinating, to think that Atrius’s presence, forever unbreakable, forever solid, forever silent, was now screaming—screaming in utter terror. Over me. Ridiculous.
It was in Obitraen, and yet somehow I knew exactly what he was saying: Kill them all.
Another wordless sound, a choked groan. “You shouldn’t be here.” This time he spoke against my mouth—not quite a kiss, but the promise of one. I whispered, “Why?” “Because you make me ravenous.”
“I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” I whispered.
Ugh my only concern at this moment is her stitches cause I wasn’t thinking about them before but now I’m like wait gross her abdomen was stitched up and now it might get rough sex?? Like are her stitches going to rip?!?!
didn’t know you were so old-fashioned,” I said. “One fuck and suddenly you’re proposing marriage and crowns and—”
That makes you worthy of power, Vivi.” A wry twist of his lips. “And so damned few are.”
The way he switches her name back and forth everytime. Making her a combination of her two lives
“Your offering is very noble,” she said, “But I do not want it. Your death is of no value to me. But your life... I see that something of great usefulness may come of that.”
