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For an incubus with a reputation for feeling nothing, he's so melodramatic around me.
There never has been and never will be anyone but you for me. Twisted souls like ours can't help belonging together, will of the gods be damned. Quintet or not, bound or not, I was always going to be yours, darling. Wherever you rest your pretty head, keep this under your pillow until I return to you. And please dream of me, for if I could dream, it would always be of you.
Their curses are turning them into toddlers on the verge of a tantrum about every little fucking thing.
"All of you. Every beautifully broken piece that completes whatever is left of my soul.
that stewards always die before the age of thirty, some even younger. The strain of plane-walking is just too much to live long. Even though I'm half-monster and more powerful than the stewards who came before me, I doubt I'll last many more years.
Nooooooo
Thank you for existing, my love.
