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“Because I was mourning someone I loved very much. I discovered my pah had done something unforgivable, and I took her revenge because I thought she no longer could. Now I have regrets.”
“Can’t escape until you’ve eaten. You’ll pass out and wake up right back where you started.”
“If my hands fall off, so will my iron cuffs, and then I’ll call upon Clode to suffocate you in your sleep.” “Such pretty promises,”
blisters of emotion I pop faster than Kaan popped that tick.
And maybe I shouldn’t shed Kaan’s blood while staying here. That would feel wrong, I think.
Turns out, I’m a shit houseguest.
I’ve seen males look at me like that, right before I’ve pierced their hearts. The look of wounded pride.
Relief that he’s here. With me. That— It’s definitely not that.
She’s very lucky this didn’t kill her.” I would’ve split the world if it did. Then split my fucking self.
“Who in the Creators-damn fuck is that, and why does she look like Elluin Neván? She’s dead,” he says, looking from me
i like this guy, asking what we all thinking
“Seen some crazy shit over the past eon. Not gonna lie.”
good sign that accepting Kaan’s málmr is not going to lead me to a life on my back, staring up at stitched-together hides while I grow some mystical offspring meant to save the world from impending moonfalls. This is good. I can work with this.
You don’t just accept one, then toss it in your jewelry box to wear with your favorite outfit.” Joke’s on her because I have no outfits.
Do I know a Veya? I must.
I swear his deep, raspy voice was designed by the Creators themselves to disable me.
So hauntingly beautiful you almost forget you’re in danger. Almost.
Wonder what he’d give me. Probably: RETURNS PRECIOUS GIFTS
“You look me in the eye, Moonbeam—right in the soul—and tell me you don’t hear this fire’s hissing shrieks. Look me in the eye, sharpen those words, and don’t fucking blink as you plunge them through my heart.”
pet flame
I happen to like living in my blank oblivion. It’s lonely, but lonely folk have nothing to lose. That suits me perfectly.
“And if you die there, will you have any regrets?” “Perhaps.” He shrugs. “But I’d be dead.”
It was the kiss of someone who wanted to give me everything. Take nothing. Yet I gave him my whole heart anyway. Realized it was rightfully his.
“Maybe she’ll fillet my heart in a different direction? Undoubtedly. She’s quite fond of filleting. Quite good at it, too.”
“To get drunk in Grihm’s suite while I raid his dagger collection,” he drawls, moving through the doorway. “Since he’s probably dead already, the asshole.”
Fucking . . . fuck.
Either way, there’s no one else I’d willingly serve my heart on a platter to—over and over and over again—like a hopeless, lovesick stray begging for a treat.
The dragons in the sky certainly look like they’re . . . flurrting. My cheeks heat. Good for them. At least somebody’s fucking in real life and not just in their dreams.
He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.
“Fucking hope not. I quite like my head. And my cock. And living.”
“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.”
“Your hands know me,” she whispers. “Yes,” I murmur against her hair. “Know you, crave you, worship you.”
With a single lyrical order, she could will me to the edge of a cliff. To jump.
“You haven’t dreamt about us in this sleep space?”
“No, you don’t, Moonbeam. You love me. You’re just too busy feasting on my heart to notice.”
“And I liked you better when you were drunk with a smile on your face, singing to me, telling me you were only running because you couldn’t bear the thought of watching me die.”
then split you like an egg.”
x
why x? A CLUE?
Pah thought I was remarkable, and once, I believed it. Now, I can’t stand to look at my own filthy face.
Nothing better than a hot meal and a good show to get me in the mood for eating pussy and spilling blood.
bruh
Strictly speaking, he’s not incorrect.
slantra??
A small mercy that was not bestowed upon herself many cycles ago.
Unfortunate, considering how delicious his fried flesh smells— No. Must not.
She is, after all, his niece.
The lark flips onto its back, bearing three small, perfectly scripted letters upon the underside of its belly . . .
MY HEART NOOOO
