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February 4 - February 6, 2024
But mostly, she wept for the impending loss of a youth that had been so fleeting, fragile in the knowledge that it would be taken away.
“There is no shame in grief.”
She had been fond of her father. As fond as one was of a half-rotted meal that would pain the stomach yet stave off starvation for another day.
He grinned wolfishly, gesturing at himself with a leather-gloved hand. “Take it in, Your Majesty.”
His grin was as wicked as his blade, and probably just as deadly.
Rune snorted. “I’d prefer the torture devices, but it’s your interrogation.”
The assassin laughed, a spluttering, mocking sound. The movement caused a shock of hair to fall over one eye, and in that moment, he looked truly feral.
I love him
“Look at you,” he breathed. “It’s like you’re carved from ice, frigid and perfect. There are so many things I’d rather do to that body than carve it up, but… you being who you are…” a predatory gleam lit his eyes.
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“I’m out of my depth,”
My new saying every time i hit a little inconvenience in life..
as fleeting as a wisp of fog.
Nice
“Condolences on the loss of your father,” said the balding lord. “We at the Stallard estate sent you a wheel of cheese to show our support.”
Cheese wheel of grief
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armored shadow.
Loving these words
A strange fire ignited in Elma’s chest, at the beautiful, efficient slaughter.
The way Rune’s body moved; it was… unreal. He wasn’t strikingly tall, nor was he heavily muscled like most of the arena’s successful warriors.
But he was fit, athletic, and flowe...
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She loved him almost as much as she had loved her father, in the way one loves their armor in the midst of battle.
“So, you are mad,” said Rune, sighing.
*hehe
Elma couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift over to the shadow that lurked behind her.
“Am I not to touch my own kin?” Lady Devereaux demanded. “No,” came Rune’s low voice from the shadows.
Ha
“I will personally see to it that you’re silenced.” Rune stepped forward into the light and leaned arrogantly over her chair, practically draping himself across it, smiling viciously. “She means I’ll cut out your tongue.”
Swoon
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“I need fresh air,” she announced. “A walk in the courtyard.” Rune sighed. “I suppose you’re aware that I’m unable to protect you from death by freezing.”
“One more joke,” said Elma, “and I’ll have an addendum put in your contract: no sarcastic remarks on pain of death.” “Don’t be silly,” said Rune,
Rune smiled, slow like honey. “Are you having fun, Your Majesty?” he purred. “I wonder how many other women at court grow excited at the sight of blood. Your pulse is thrumming like a snow rabbit’s. You’re hungry.”
“You’ll want to go a little deeper,” he said, “to quench your thirst.”
“When they said the Volta thirst for blood,” Rune breathed, “they weren’t lying.”
And somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Elma felt vividly alive.
“All done?” Rune asked, already lacing up his shirt. “I thought we were getting somewhere.”
Me too.. *side eyes author *
“I don’t seem to recall mountaineering in the list of my duties,” Rune practically shouted into Elma’s ear.
“You’ll never rule a kingdom if you can’t even control a roomful of fools with shriveled balls,” Rune said to Elma,
She turned to glare at the assassin. “And how might you be aware of the state of their balls?” “I have many secrets.”
She had never noticed it before, the beauty in the storms.
“If I call for blood,” Elma said through clenched teeth, “it will be yours, first and foremost.” “Now, now,” said Rune, taking a step toward her.
“There’s something deeply wrong with you,”
“I’m not above fucking my enemies. And you could use a distraction.”
*quirks eyebdow*
He was the only bright thing in a world of frostbitten death.
Because she yearned to kill this man, but with every passing day, he embedded deeper within her like a thorn.
“Be quiet, cousin,” Elma said, vibrating with pent-up emotion, “or I’ll sic him on you.” Rune caught her eye, and she thought she saw a predatory glint there. “Your Majesty,” he said, “I am a shield, not your attack dog.”
“Stop trying to be poetic, Bertram,” Godwin said. “You sound ridiculous.
Yea Bertram..
It frightened her how desperately she feared for him, that he might die before she had a chance to properly hate him.
“You mean you have white—” Elma said, then bit her tongue. “Yes,” Rune said impatiently. “I’ll show you later, you depraved thing.
Rune’s wide smile cut through something rigid yet fragile in Elma,
unselfconscious
Word I like
“It would be a shame,” Rune said, almost crooning in her ear, “to mar your lovely neck.
His words were low, his lips faintly brushing her hair as he spoke. “One day, you’ll let me in on those twisted thoughts of yours.”
I’ll play as dirty as I like.” The assassin grinned. “You always know exactly what to say.”
“Cease with the dramatics,”
using this foR my teen...
amalgamation
I’ve never seen this word before
the sputter of the candles. Smoke swirled before her, painting rivers of soft grey-white in the air.
Just look at these words!
