Alchemised

by SenLinYu

Why was it always the hospital’s fault when things went wrong? If Helena had come out and said that surgery was a success and Lila was already getting out of bed, they’d all be off to the perihelion to offer Sol flames of thanksgiving. But bad news was always the hospital’s fault.

“I’m sure there’s something poetic in it all, but right now all I feel is a new set of manacles.”

His fingers traced along the slit between her ribs, and without warning he shoved two of them into it.

I literly just gagged.

“Did you know, my favourite things are wounds,” he said, the words breathless. “Wetter, hotter, and tighter than anything else.”

EW IS IS THIS SOMEFHING PEOPLE DO!?

“You could be a healer,” she finally said as he removed the block on her nerves. She flexed her hand, opening and closing. It was still sore, and fragile as though hairline-fractured. “You have a natural talent for it.” “That’s one of the most ironic things anyone has ever said to me,” he said quietly.

“You are not replaceable,” he said, his hands trembling against her shoulders. “You are not required to make your death convenient. You are allowed to be important to people. The reason I’m here—the reason I’m doing any of this—is to keep you alive. To keep you safe. That was the deal.” He searched her face. “They didn’t tell you.”

He touched her cheek, tilting her face up and kissing her. “Use the ring, call me, if you ever need anything.”

OH WHY DOES THIS LINE HURT SO GOOD

Lila would never see her twin again. Not even in the afterlife.

When he kissed her, it felt like the beginning of something that could be eternal.

“Close your eyes.” His breath whispered against her cheek.

NO! Im sobbing. He said this to her when he had to rape her. My heart can't take it.

“I think I’ve nearly memorised you,” she said. “Especially your eyes. I think I learned to read them first.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and he caught her hand, capturing it against his chest. “I memorised yours, too,” he said after a moment, and then sighed, looking away. “I should have known—the moment I looked into your eyes, I should have known I would never win against you.”

He pulled her close, crushing her to his chest. “You’re mine. You swore yourself to me. Now and after the war. I’m going to take care of you. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You don’t have to be lonely. Because you’re mine.”

She was locked in the dangerous embrace of Kaine Ferron, and it felt like home.

“Come meet her, she’ll be nice now.” He gestured

Lol i love how he has a soft spot for a pet

Slavery was illegal on the Northern continent, so Hevgoss had reinvented it.

Thus feels so american

Clearly Crowther was also acquainted with the true story of Orion’s victory against the Necromancer.

This was not clear to mE LOL

“I had spares made. It took long enough to find a metallurgist with a resonance for your alloy. I figured a few extra sets might be wise.”

Mouth ajar. So sweet.

Shiseo looked so disturbed that Helena realised the reality of what she was proposing beyond its practical function.

Omg she designed her own cuffs. Thats sick.

If Morrough could trap living souls inside bone, and the first Necromancer placed an entire town of living souls into a Stone, what would happen if someone captured the other form of energy?

Its giving FMAB

“You’re a vivimancer,” Helena said.

HOLY SHIT. Mic drop!

“Because I have warned you, if something happens to you, I will personally raze the entire Order of the Eternal Flame. That isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. Consider your survival as much a necessity to the Resistance as Holdfast’s. If you die, I will kill every single one of them. Given that the risk to their lives is the only way to make you value your own.”

“What exactly is it that you think I do with all my time? I kill people. I order other people to kill people. I train people to kill people. I sabotage and undermine people so that they will be killed, and I do it all because of you. Every word. Every life. Because of you.”

She could feel Kaine watching her and forced herself to speak. “I think your scars are prettier than mine,” she finally said. “I have a better healer.”

The doible meanong is killing me

In the foyer, an intricate mosaic of the ouroboros dragon was inlaid in the marble floor. Meticulously rendered in both grandeur and savagery. She studied it from the landing above.

She does this again

I love you.

Is it love? What do we think?