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In love with a girl I’d have bowed to long before she became my queen.
It was her I was meant to adore in this world and crawl to in the one after.
So, I memorize every shadow of his face, every shade of this vivid fantasy before me.
The Kitt I saw mere minutes ago was a glimpse of the boy I grew up with, the boy I loved before I’d even understood the meaning of the word.
“I would know you in every life, Brother.”
“More than any other soul. Believe that.”
I’m breathless at the sight of her, doomed by the hope of having her.
They are a pretty pair, the Azer brothers. And I have the rest of my life to spend with them. Married to one and in love with the other.
it’s giving the salvatore’s and in this moment life was brought back to my soul
My duty may be to the king, but my heart, Pae, is wherever you are. It is in the palm of your hands, the pad of your thumb. So if you leave, I will follow. If you stay, I will bow. Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving
This is not an opponent. This is the boy who braids back my hair and dances for the both of us. The boy who would chase me to the ends of the earth if it meant he could hold me one more time. This is a man who would bury another for me—would bury himself, if only I asked.
“This is real,” he almost laughs. “Not pretend. Not ever.”
“Paedyn, I love you. Like nothing else before, I love you. And I’ve been waiting to tell you since I realized your eyes are my favorite color and your freckles the only constellation worth looking at.
She is a vision, something so ethereal in this moment that I may just believe there is a God.
And if, in the next lifetime, you choose to steal from me again, I would happily give you my soul if it meant a place beside yours.
Paedyn rivaled me, the stars, the very sea with her gaze.
And for the first time since I was a boy, fear gripped my heart. Right then and there, I knew she would be my undoing.
Two Elites have never made an Ordinary. Yet, here I stand, powerless. The product of strength with none to show for it. And maybe, for the first time, that makes me extraordinary.
But Kitt had never memorized the eyes of Iris Moyra quite like his father had.
Poet and muse.
