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January 13 - February 14, 2025
TECHNICALLY, I’M A MURDERER, but I like to think that’s one of my better qualities.
The deep dimple in his left cheek and the look of wonder in his eyes.
Yes gawd
We continue on that way, swords arcing through the air, our breath ragged. Soon there’s sun in the distance, or perhaps even moonlight. Everything is muted and as Lira swoops her blade down on mine once more, I let it all fall away. My mission, my kingdom. The world. They exist somewhere other than in this moment, and now there is only this. Me, my ship, and a girl with oceans in her eyes.
How can the Sea Queen see it as a weakness when it’s the very thing that binds the humans together, ensuring their strength as a unit? A family.
In the reflection, I see Elian. He stands behind me with an amused expression, leaning against the doorway, his arms tangled over his chest.
I love pirates guys
Lira pulls out the small dagger she slipped into her boot earlier, and I press my back to hers. Rycroft’s shadows surround us, and from the corner of my eye, I see snipers gather on the quarterdeck.
Oh let's go let's go team let's go
Elian’s family taught him to be something else. The kind of man willing to throw a strange girl out of harm’s way and battle a tyrannical pirate in her place. The chivalry I used to scoff at has saved my life twice now.
I look away, discomforted by how much of myself I see in his eyes.
He rises to his feet and slips out from beneath the shattered beam. He jumps, bringing his bound hands under his feet and to his chest in one swift motion.
Oh my god
“Go,” I tell him. Elian’s eyes harden. Darken. That green disappearing under a whirlpool of anger. “Being a martyr doesn’t suit you,” he says. “Just go,” I hiss. “I’m not just going to leave you here.”
Apparently, it’s difficult to notice someone stealing a weapon from your waistband when they also happen to be tearing their teeth through your skin.
LMAO
“Saving you,” he replies, picking up his sword. “This is the second time. Not that I’m counting.” It’s the third, actually, if we count how he pushed me from Rycroft’s path on the deck of the ship. Elian may not be counting, but I am.
It’s almost a reflex when I push him out of the bullet’s path.
Oh my god stop this
The last thing I need is a murderous princess following me up the Cloud Mountain.
He says this but lira is right there LMAO
“I’ll tell them whatever you want me to,” I say. “As long as the Princes’ Bane is dead, it won’t matter to me.”
Oh! Thats not!
He’s not the man who commands a ship or the boy born to command an empire. He is both and neither. He is something that exists in the in-between, where only I can see. A slip in the world where he is trapped.
How strange that instead of taking his heart, I’m hoping he takes mine.
Oh my god
I feel the compass jolt against my hand and, slowly, the pointer shifts.
DONT SAY THATTTTTT
He kissed me, after all. Brushed my cheek so delicately and pressed his lips to mine in a way that shot fire through me, melting away any pieces of the mountain that had slicked itself to my skin.
Any human who takes a siren’s heart will be immune to the power of their song. Only Elian didn’t need to take my heart; I gave it to him.
“I don’t like you because you’re nice,” Elian says. His forehead touches mine, his lips hovering a breath away. “That says a lot about your psyche.”
