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I was jealous of how he watched Hazel, drinking in her music like water and tasting how she dissolved herself in it like a sugar cube.
It was the dimples. Empires have swiveled on less.
“Keeping the world safe for people to practice their audition pieces seems like the one good reason to fight this war. If music stops, and art ceases, and beauty fades, what have we then?”
Hazel glanced sidelong at him, and saw him breathe in time with the music. She saw tears well at the rims of his dark eyes. This one, she decided. This lad, for me. And it was done.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he told her. “I have every intention of kissing you.” His face was an inch from hers. She took a deep breath. Nothing happened. If he was trying to kill her through kiss deprivation, it was working.
“It’ll be a kiss to remember,” he told her. “I’ll make sure of that.”
“God, keep him safe,” she whispered. But it was out of my hands. Poor lamb.
“As Ares says, they die, you know.” The god of fires nods. “They do. But the lucky ones live first.”
“One never gets quite what one hoped for from Death,”
But this is a kiss for the ages.
the Great War sharpened life, showing it for the brief and fleeting gift it was, and revealing home, freedom, safety, family, beauty, and love to be precious beyond price.
