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January 16 - January 17, 2025
Because lies are pretty little masks we place on our words to tint the truth into something palatable.
“I’ll stay here,” I whisper, and a shadow shutters his eyes, the muscle along his jaw feathering. “Live, Orlaith. All I’m asking is that you live.”
He pauses with his hand wrapped around the handle. “Lilac.” I shake my head, glazed attention lifting to the back of his head. “What?” “To match your eyes,” he murmurs before tugging the door open, and then he’s gone.
this would be the moment i fall for a man
I’m still broken. Still splitting at the seams. Still trapped on the edge of a cliff, trying to see past the endless sea of darkness at my feet. I know I have to jump, but I have no idea what’s down there. No idea what I’ll see. What I won’t be able to unsee.
A bud of anger sparks inside me, and rather than tamp the erratic flame, I want to blow on it. To cradle and grow it until he and I are nothing but piles of ash. Let the wind sweep us up and tangle us together. Let our demise finally put some reason to this endless fucking riddle.
“Mates, Orlaith, are a fairy tale. A tragedy painted with the pretty face of a happily ever after, but at its core, it’s still a fucking tragedy. If you believe everything you read, you’ll be disappointed when you finally step into the real world.”
“I saw you smile at her ...” His body locks. Though it only lasts a fraction of a second, I revel in the brief drop of his shield. “Greedy girl,” he whispers, voice akin to the wind shaking my window panes in the dead of night. “You want them all to yourself?”
um ... YEAH???
“You’re going to be the death of me.” “So long as you take me with you,” is my strangled reply, and for a fleeting moment even the rain seems to hang in the sky, as if the world is sucking a gasp through parted lips. “Never.”
“Orlaith, focus.” Baze points his wooden sword at me. “A little blood is no excuse to slack off.” I doubt he’d have the same attitude if his dick was bleeding.
the audacity of men
Because I deserve gentle. I deserve gentle when this man is so boldly destroying me.
I’m in love with a man who’ll never be mine—who’s unavailable in every way, shape, and form—and I’m certain it’s going to ruin me.
“Orlaith, I need you in that room with me,” he insists, leading me to release my own exasperated sigh. “I’m not dressed for it ...” “You look perfect to me.” I peel off the door and twist around, staring daggers at it. “You can’t even see me.” “Don’t need to.”
“What I want, what I need, and what is right are three entirely different things.”
“You can run off and tie yourself to your pretty High Master, but I’ll hunt you to the four corners of the continent. Not because I want to, but because I can’t fucking help myself.”
“You want a fairy tale?” he spits, waving it in my face. “I’m your fucking fairy tale. I’m nailed to your soul, Orlaith, and believe me when I tell you there is no happily ever after. Not for me, and certainly not for you.”
“These right here?” he rumbles, tapping my ribs with the tips of his fingers. “We’re both tucked beneath them. Stuck in this fragile cage together.”
nah, you can't make me hate this man
“Simple, Milaje. I refuse to live in a world where you don’t exist.”
