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“Don’t do this,” I grit out. To her, to the gods. Not now. Not after everything. Not when I just fucking got her.
stone’s throw
Now encased in the shadows of the cave, it would be completely pitch-black if it weren’t for the soft blue glow that comes from the fluorescent veins that run through the belly of the mountain. These cerulean streaks branch off in every direction, running through the walls, floor, and ceiling, while colorless beetles cling to their surface to nibble on their sediment. Stalactites reach down from the ceiling, pointing at us in accusation.
You don’t break things. You protect them.”
condensation be damned.
I agree
because she’ll die of hypothermia instead.
I really dont understand how se just went hours and hours
Of course she doesn’t listen. She never listens to me. Always argues, always has a simmering fire just beneath the surface, which I fucking love. “Wake up and argue with me, Goldfinch.”
I was dead and running, just trying to keep up with survival.
This time, you found your goldfinch and watched her leave her cage. She’ll open her eyes, just like you got the rest of us to do.”
my wall of irritation suddenly cracks, and out leaks the realization that she’s really fucking beautiful.
Wait if they arent a couple
“No, baby. Not a monster. A fae.”
“I’m not running.” “You are, and you’re stronger than this,”
I may be empty, but I am not alone. And that, at least, is something.
But then, Slade grins. I can see it right there on his face—the pride. The excitement.
“You’re staring again, Yellow Bell.”
glower.
“No longer live the king.”
I do know I’m beautiful. Any beautiful person who says otherwise is lying.
I can respect her confidence
When it comes to your life, when it comes to the option between you living and dying, I will always step in. I will always choose to do whatever needs to be done to ensure that you fucking live.”
Because that’s what he always does for me. He finds every aching part and helps me work through it. Even when I don’t want to.
A few arthritic trees cling to the ground, their knobby limbs and bent branches holding up tufts of needles and snow.
My power has always wanted to rip out of me.
Where were you? I didn’t just fail her. I allowed her to be fucking destroyed.
“I needed to do that for myself. No one rescuing me. No one fighting my fight. It had to be me.
“I had to be the one to save myself.”
“Fuck Midas.”
Beating the bastard.
“So you’re not going to tell me to live and let live? To work through my anger and move past it?” “Absolutely fucking not. I’m going to teach you to use it.”
But using my anger in a different way? In a way to bolster me up? Now that—that is something I can get behind.
Me too
“Tell me,” he urges quietly, his eyes soft, accepting. Like no matter what I tell him, he couldn’t possibly judge me for it.
“What did you do?” Milly shouted at me, looking from me to him. “Look at what you did!”
Nooooooo :(
“I am Friano, and this is my twin brother, Fassa,”
Mufassa
he likes to be dramatic about being the whole brooding, silent type. It’s become his whole personality.”
Because the only way to walk a new path is to stop yourself from using the same stumbling stride.
I told him I wanted everything, and when you ask for everything from a person, you don’t get to pick and choose. You take them as they are.
When he broke Jak’s neck, he broke my mother’s heart,
I will be a monster if it means I can destroy one.
sometimes, our worlds have to rip in order for us to end up where we’re meant to be.
“This is real love.”
My old life had to end, had to be cut away, burned down to nothing but gilded ashes. And I can either remain stagnant in these ashes or I can root down into them and sprout up anew.
“One person’s pain doesn’t negate another’s. Our heartaches are not competition, but the bridge to empathy.
This just doesnt sound like something she woud say?
“But our magic always has a price,”
Of course
“And so the bargain is struck.”
I have a bad feeling
“You.”
There are rivers everywhere. As far as I can see, their streams are glittering below like roots stretching out from an ancient tree. They arc and bend, sparkling surfaces reflecting the lights that seem to be sewn into their twisting hems.
Everything in this entire castle is yours.
“The sun,” Auren answers quietly, tone filled with a tentative, innocent joy. One that you’re afraid of saying too loud in case it breaks. “She’s singing to me.” Emotion clogs in my throat as I watch her tip her head back again. Watch her eyes close. I draw a knuckle down her soft cheek. “And what does she sing, Goldfinch?” I murmur. Her smile breaks through like the sunlight above us. “The song of home,” she says. “The sun is singing the song of home.”
I’m never going to clip your wings, Goldfinch.”
“And which correspondence would that be?” Slade replies smoothly. “Would it be the demands or the threats? Because I can tell you now, I do not tolerate either.”
Oooooo
“Allies turn on each other all the time. Do they not?”
