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“No falling in love. I’m not saying this to tempt you. This applies to both of us. This needs to remain as fake as possible, or else I’m gone.”
famous last words
The town may call this man a villain, but inside, he’s a lover boy. It gives off a smell. Good intentions and romance. His tender heart bleeds all over the ones he cares for.
🥹
Coraline is what? Stubborn. Strong-willed. Too fucking hardheaded. A girl I have a strong desire to kiss every time she’s in the room?
Coraline makes me want to talk. Break myself open just so I can have her.
I’m not afraid of a curse, especially when they look like Coraline Whittaker.
When I hear him, I feel lighter.
Everything about her is an enigma. There is a softness that shows, only to be combated by a regal hardness that echoes across her sharp tongue.
We are creatures of the night always, bleeding chaos and untamable. No matter where we went or how far apart we drifted, we would remain forever at the mercy of the darkness.
the hollow boys 🖤
Coraline wants me to fear her, as if that lovely, dark thing inside of her is something to run from. She’s the only one who can’t see that it’s a siren’s call.
She can fight it if she likes. It won’t change anything. Whatever she dishes out, I’ll swallow whole.
Coraline Whittaker has woken something up in me. Desire, longing, need.
The way he says my name is like sinners who plead hallelujah. It rolls off his tongue, a prayer that he savors, letting it linger on his lips.
“You’re not cold, Hex,” he rasps through the speaker. “I felt you burning beneath my hands just the other day.”
He’s carved from granite, built for wars in the name of the Roman Empire, but carries the heart of a Greek poet, dripping tragic love with every split vein.
Her eyes glimmer in the sunlight, like molten gold. Melted honey in coffee. My fucking favorite.
She is both gentle and fierce. Honey and chestnut. Cold and hot. A little enigma.
The world had scared her beyond recognition, wounded and beaten her soul. Yet, she stands here, scared she’ll hurt me.
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
“On this day, I vow to make your rage my own, to weather the storm of your revenge and keep you forever safe. I promise to stand by you. No matter what comes, you will never be alone. Till death do us part.”
I hand her mine, a simple gold band with an engraving along the inside that says #dd4a3d. My little secret, considering she doesn’t notice it as she slips it onto my finger.
It’s the witchcraft of her tongue making me crave her in unhealthy amounts.
I like her smile. I like her laugh. I like her.
You are not what the world tells you. You are not a bitch. You are a girl. A girl who was abused. A girl just trying to survive.”
“You did what you had to do so you could stay alive. That never made you weak. It never meant you asked for it. It makes you a survivor.”
“You’re still living in survival mode. You just have to learn to turn it off, baby.”
This is my Garden of Eden, and I’ll sin every time if it looks like her.
She has me, and she doesn’t even realize it, so consumed with trying to keep me at bay that she doesn’t know I want her pain. I want her screaming hurt and aching rage. That person she hides from the world, the one she fears in the mirror. I want her.
“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”
“No one cares like Silas Hawthorne. We all have a curse, Coraline. That’s his.”
My entire life, I have been made to believe I am unlovable. That I am a cursed, hard-to-love creature undeserving of kindness, and Silas just…he makes it look so easy.
“You’re in control of a monster, Hex. Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”
Coraline is dark honey. Sweet, irresistible, but with an edge like no other.
“You want to run the show out there? I’ll lay the ground for you to walk on. In here? Let your mind go, and let me make you feel good, baby. Give me control, and I’ll show you how good letting go of it feels.”
Your body isn’t yours—it’s mine. It’s my temple to worship and mine to fucking destroy.”
Two colliding stars that waited centuries to touch, refusing to be separated.
“I’m going to break your heart.” He stills, jaw twitching. “You’re going to let me into yours.”
Silas does not make me feel cursed. He makes me feel loved.
“There is no defeat when you refuse to lose. We can only be beaten when we give up on ourselves, Coraline.”
She is not cruel or unkind. She’s willing to live her life alone if it means not hurting other people.
This woman is not a curse, never has been. She is a fucking gift.
He makes me feel like just being Coraline is enough, cursed and all.”
Fear no evil. The shadow and valley are yours.
“I think you might be my love language, Hex.”
There is peace that lies in her body. Quiet peace after the world has refused to give me only war for years. A stillness that the chaos inside of me craves.
But she’s worth it. Worth the pain, worth the fear, worth the grief if she goes before me. Worth her weight in gold, and I’d like to destroy anyone that made her feel like she wasn’t. Like loving her is a hard thing to do.
Loving Coraline Whittaker is worth inevitable death.
“We are all unbelievable circumstances that are complete truth.”
His entire existence is a balm for my soul, like he was made to keep me calm.
Two silver nipple rings, crafted with the initials S and H on each side, stare up at me.
THE FINAL ONE TO BE BRANDED LMAOOOO
“Touching you has always felt like more of a gift than any curse, Hex.”
