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January 23 - February 23, 2024
There is a grand difference between love and a lover. I would say the latter is much more pleasurable. A pity you crave the former.”
“Love is for children.” It preys on the weak, on the ones born with too much hope.
Could she have been so adamantly against love that she’d inadvertently become a slave to it?
“Death is for fools, azizi. Darkness is indestructible, eternal, unconfined to human limitations.
“We feast upon lies when our hearts are ravenous.”
This was his affinity. The reason for his vision darkening every time he lost control of himself. He could wield the dark as if it belonged to him.
Darkness is my destiny.
Pain is nothing. Pain is a reaction.
“A monster will always be enslaved to a master. Even if that master has a master of its own,”
He was just like anyone else: flesh that could be flayed. A human who could be punished and beaten. Used and discarded.
A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.”
“No one can escape zill and zalaam,”
“Least of all the ones he loves.”
We are the past. We are the future. We are history. We are destruction. Free us.
“I could wear a thousand faces and don a hundred names,”
“but scars are eternal.”
Because the only way to end a creature who sees everything is with that which he cannot see.
Just as our eyes tailor to the darkness, so do our souls.
He knew how to make her forget the darkness. To bring her back to herself.
Peace unto you, bint Iskandar. Pure of heart. Dark of intent. Bint Iskandar. Daughter of Iskandar.
“Nasir? Tell me I’m dreaming,”
“You don’t have the brains to dream, Altair,”
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A heart so pure of intent, zill and zalaam never before had a vessel so eager to plenish.
“Only the lonesome fear the lion.”
Love gives purpose.
Some fates were made easier with acceptance.
In this moment, we are two souls, marooned.
Sometimes, when you live a life of captivity, trapped for so long, freedom becomes a thing to fear.”
The hearts were merely hearts. A gain for every loss.
And the Prince of Death never left a job unfinished.
“Hello, Father,”
“Come to gloat?”
