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Something vulnerable flashes in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by condescension.
I am not the pet they tamed. I am the beast they let inside. And I keep my promises.
Everything about his appearance is immensely inviting to me.
A fucking soul collector from Death’s Isle.
revealing two black feathered wings unfolding behind him. They’re massive, at least six feet on both sides.
He may be a demon, but he could rival any angel with his beauty.
His eyes are wide as they scan my features.
Baylor will appreciate.
So hes ber lover and met her whwn he was 10? Disgusting
He wants everyone to covet what only he has tasted.
I turn away from him once more, smiling to myself as I imagine the sounds he will make when he dies by my hand.
“There is also the matter of the Angel of Mercy.”
If Solmarian’s excel at one thing, it’s minding their own business.
Sometimes we curate our own hauntings, desperately crafting ghosts from faded memories as we beg our dear ones not to depart. As if our desperation alone could pull them back from the veil.
“Don’t sell yourself short, my lady.” A lazy grin pulls at his full lips. “You threw four daggers at my face.”
“You know, if you keep asking me to reveal myself,” I whisper, “I’m going to take it the wrong way.” He bites his lip to stop a smile. “Then they’d really have a reason to stare.”
“Is that why you continuously seek my company?” I ask. “Because you’re afraid of the dark?” His eyes widen innocently. “There’s safety in numbers.” I arch a brow. “You just watched me kill a man.” “Eh.” He shrugs, waving off my recent homicide. “Three’s a crowd.”
“The whispers made me do it.”
Most hide them away, letting them be raised by adoptive parents until they are old enough to defend themselves.
Is she an heir OHHHHH heor of illusion she is her daughter
if the Goddess or her Heir ever came forward, he’d hand the throne over to our rightful ruler.
But why would they be pulling at the strings of my fate? I’m no one of importance…
I stopped yearning for the friendship of courtiers long ago. Instead, I delight in garnering their fear. It’s much more useful.
He’s extremely sensitive to any reminders that out of all the rulers of the Verran Isles, he is the only one who isn’t a God.
Poor wittle baby cry me a river
“My, what a talented tongue you have.”
“If you tell me his name, I’ll make him regret ever laying a hand on you.”
“He said all the rats will bleed and die, when all the stars fall from the sky.”
“She’s a fine illusion,” he concedes. “But I prefer the original over the imitation.”
“Take it off. Take it off!”
Ahhhhhhhhh
He’s completely still as he watches me, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “Who did this to you?” he grinds out the words.
“You thought you could hurt what’s mine?” Thorne’s voice tugs at the dark recesses of my mind, pushing me to fight through the fog clouding my thoughts. “You thought you could touch her?”
AHHHHHHH
Have I become the very thing I despise?
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
like turn on a friend.
Morwen?
“I’ll kill your prisoner,”
FUCKKK IS IT MAEBYN
“But remember, fate can only be delayed, never changed.”
“I’m not frightened of the violence inside of you. There’s no crime you could commit that would turn me away.”
Insecure…
Bbbbb
“Oh, Ivy, you’re nothing but a rat masquerading as a queen.”
Wtf
“She’s your—”
MATE
You came for me. When I needed you, you were there.”
There’s an uncharacteristic shyness hiding in his eyes
and I spot the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his back.
NOOO
