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There’s another dreamer, and she’s dying. Or she will be. Will you save her?”
Hennessey
He had pale skin, a shaved head, sharp eyebrows, sharp mouth, sharp expression. His face was unfamiliar but his eyes were a very, very familiar blue.
Is your name Ashley?”
Lmao fucking hell
Declan had gotten him a membership for the zoo; what did you get for the man who could make himself anything? It would be a nice outing. A quiet afternoon. Ordinary.
There was a single space left on the wall. Waiting for Jordan’s contribution.
She had always vowed she’d paint something
original when she got to live as ...
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He’d go back to being dull as soon as the sun came up.
Declan my boy
“I don’t know who lives here,” Jordan confessed, “but I love them. In my mind, they’re old lovers who can’t
stand to live with each other but can’t stand to live entirely without, and so they keep this place as a sort of pact to see each other for one week each season.”
This actuallymade me like jordan
She seemed in love with her surroundings, not with the picture-taker.
it was no hardship to sit quietly and watch her work.
It was a strange feeling to be studied after years of attempting to avoid it. He
He felt a bright humming energy all through him, something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. His stomach was a ruin. His life in black and white; this moment in color.
He had told himself it would only be for that night, and he had meant it, he had, but he was a liar, even to himself, and so he said, “Yes.”
“Then perhaps,” Bryde said, “you shouldn’t have lied.”
Through a hiccup of shaky tears, Hennessy managed to say, “I’m having his baby. Can I have an orange juice?”
OH MY GOD
Ronan shook his head, with equal parts admiration and disbelief.
How do you feel about trees?”
He whispered, “I am not tired of you.”
Matthew sat silently at the bar in the kitchen, not fidgeting, not kicking his legs, not laughing, not humming, doing absolutely nothing annoying at all.
Since he’d moved in with Declan, Declan had often longed for Matthew to be quieter—less chewing with his mouth open, less prattling, fewer jokes read off websites, less dropping and knocking over of things with ooops ha ha, less thundering up and down the stairs as if he were seven instead of seventeen. But now that he was quiet, Declan hated it.
I know this feeling well
Dad bought your social security number on the black market.” “He did what?” Declan went on, “And now we can be open with you about why you’ve never had a real school physical or anything.” “Wait, why?” Declan regretted saying anything. “In case you don’t have internal organs.”
Declan you are not making this better
“This painting isn’t of Aurora,” Declan said. “It’s of Mór Ó Corra, and she is my mother.”
He throws his heart and then runs in after it.”
MANAGEMENT.
Adams name is managment
“Opal!”
MY GIRL
she thought the raven nonetheless managed to look pouty.
He belonged in this strange lush forest with his strange dark bird.
It was feral and confusing, but in the end, it followed one rule: Ronan Lynch. His safety, his desires, his thoughts. That was Lindenmere’s only true north.
“I told you, that’s Chainsaw’s word. You have lips. Call me Ronan,”
He wiped a little dirt off her cheek with a thumb.
What a dad
“You could say hello to her.”
I am crying. Tears are coming from my eyes. Hes such a dad oh my god
Opal shot a suspicious look up at the sky and hurriedly began to shake her head. “Nope nope nope!”
“I think I am harder to kill than humans.”
Opal sat behind Hennessy, back to back, looking self-important.
She wore a white T-shirt,
nice jeans, flowers embroidered on the butt pockets.
Opal tenderly scrambled round into Hennessy’s lap. She pulled Hennessy’s hand away from her throat, kissed it, and hugged it.
Ronan said, and shot the extra Hennessy.
It’s only doing what you ask it, and you’re asking it for that.
Opal leaned against Hennessy, chewing on a watch Adam had given her long ago. She spoke around it. “She is trying.” But she couldn’t be trusted. She had a soft spot for the downtrodden, being one of them.
Chewing on the leather band like Ronan
You’re just up your own ass.”
Bryde
Niall?
I wouldn’t take you from your life.
I don’t know if I want your life to change.”
He was master of this tremendous place, dreamer of dreams, and still he wanted more.
Oh—no. No. The world is going to shit.”
She’d been given this talent when born and not told how to use it. Given this talent and watched it kill her mother, or at least not save her.
that unlovely euphemism for what was sometimes a perfectly nice time.
