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A warrior born but monster made, Changes fates of souls enslaved. Twins of sun and moon will rise, When one has lived a thousand lives. A circle of gold shall join two souls, And a debt paid rights wrongs of old. In a holy mountain the earth will heal, Then the dead shall live, and the curse will keel.
The primal need to survive made even the weakest of mice fight with all the fury of a god. When your back was against the wall, you found out what your soul was made of, and I’d learned long ago that mine had been forged in fire and ferocity.
A scream built in my chest as I fell through the air, only remaining trapped there through years of instinct, knowing that screams only ever summoned monsters.
Fantasy was my favourite way to escape this world, but life always dragged me back kicking and screaming.
“I love you both,” he breathed. “You are the most beautiful creations of my life, and I would not have chosen to spend my days anywhere but here at your sides.”
Like Asshole or He-who-doesn’t-talk or Arrogant-jerk or Fucking Shawn or Phillip....
“There is nothing in this world which will ever see me on my knees,” he replied in a rough tone that rushed right through to my core.
“You are under my protection, and I won’t allow them to lay a hand on you. I give you my word that I will keep you safe and out of their clutches.”
“Perhaps you’re the one who needs a good fuck, drakaina hjarta, you harbour a lot of anger in your soul.”
“I lock myself in a coffin and watch TV on my tablet.”
“The fates guided you to my door, drakaina hjarta. I won’t let them call you from me so easily.”
