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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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His identity would not be his weakness here. Not like all these others who clung to their disguises and false securities.
“You’ll survive it as we must all things,” said Arabessa. “One sunrise at a time.”
Young love is like rain; it falls fast and doesn’t care who it hits in the process.”
And it wasn’t just your identity I had grown to want.”
it was just her and him, fire and ice steaming the air.
“Where you are born only defines your blood,” said Achak as he sipped his wine. “And even that is too easily spilled. Your home is where you’re happiest, and that, my children, can be anytime, anywhere, and with anyone.”
“Yes, but habits are hard to break.” “So I am your habit?” Alōs arched a brow. How impossible she made it not to flirt.
So you see, while I do not deny the monster I have become, none of us enter into this world meaning to be bad.”
“I truly did a number on you.”
“You,” he all but growled, “play too well with fire.”
“You are a lost goddess,” he said between their kisses. “You have me, fire dancer.”
You can take whatever you want.
“Some memories, I think,” she eventually said, “are worth the pain they bring. They remind us that whatever we had was real. And knowing it was true, remembering, well, it can sometimes offer a comfort, even amid all the hurt.”
“Carry me.” “You’ll have to repeat that,” he said. “The river is quite loud.”
“What exactly is it you want, Alōs?” “Isn’t it obvious?” asked Alōs. “You.”
“Because even I know the hottest of flames are the quickest to burn out.”
“Because, fire dancer, how do you fight someone who is no longer your enemy?”
“Hello,” he said softly.
“And even then, you are not a flame meant to be contained on anyone’s mantel but your own.”
Still, she knew, despite how she might try to twirl from his grasp, he would eventually find her. He always did.
“I was following you, not spying on you.” “Ah, I see. Thank you for clearing that up.”
“Stay,” said Alōs.
For if I were to stay, I can assure you, I would not be sleeping in the hold smashed between those flatulent pirates.”
“Of course not.” His gaze darkened. “You’d be warming my bed.”
“Hello, fire dancer,” he rumbled. “Hello, pirate.”
“I’m always looking for you, fire dancer,” he said. “In every port we dock, I search for hair that burns like yours.” He lifted a hand to pull at a loose curl. “In every city we walk, I watch for curves that I have memorized
