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June 18 - July 5, 2023
Brayan’s gaze snapped up, hard and cold. “Why,” he hissed, “is my brother imprisoned in fucking Ilyzath?”
“What was I like?” I whispered. And there was no hesitation as he answered, “You were exceptional.”
“His heart is what truly lit the fires of war, and the fire burns because of you. The decision was for all of us, yes. But the vengeance? The vengeance is for you.”
“One hundred and eighty thousand days I have been at the mercy of human kings,” I snarled. “And if you think you are any better than any of them, you are a fool.”
“You want the truth? The memories are hard, yes. But none of that scared me as much as the prospect of exactly how close I came to never seeing you again. That’s what fucking terrifies me.”
If you ever have to guess what I want, or what is best for me, it is you. Alright? I have made that decision already. I do not make it lightly. Don’t disrespect that by claiming that you know better for me than I do. I have made bad decisions before. But you are not, never have been, and never will be one of them. It is always you.”
We all feel the same things, and we will still die trying to kill each other for it.”
Was this how living beings felt all the time? With this much pleasure built into their form? I was almost offended that I had missed out on it for so long. I spent months hating my body and the life it locked me into, when I could have been eating honey and listening to music and riding crests of carnal bliss.
I want to be happy for her but at the same time I don't considering what side of the war she is on...
Why is it unacceptable to feed my vengeance some human bitch’s fingers, but yours can devour an entire race?
The bell rang again, and he jumped. “Fuck, I’m late.” Sammerin’s eyebrows leapt. “Such language, Moth.” Max looked a bit proud.
Don’t leave me, I had begged, and he had told me, I am not going anywhere. “You—You lied to me,” I spat. My vision was blurry—why was my vision blurry? “You betrayed me. You betrayed your entire kingdom.” He stepped closer again. “I never wanted—” Lie. He did want. He had been nothing but want that night. “You made me love you.” My words were jagged and raspy with sobs.
To love someone is to want to keep them forever. To love someone is to curl up with their bloodstain on the floor. But it is not love to leave someone voluntarily. It is not love to cradle someone’s heart and take it with you to the grave.
“You are my home, Max. I never allowed myself to believe I would ever have one. I never allowed myself to think that I could keep one, if I did. But I have realized that there is bravery in hope for the future.
“Marry me.” A stunned pause. “Say that again,” he whispered. “Marry me, mysterious snake man.” His arms wound around me, pulling me onto his lap, and he kissed me again, and again, and again, until finally we untangled ourselves from each other long enough for him to look into my eyes and say, “Well, I guess so.”
“I love this country,” Nura snapped. “I’ve seen what you do to the things you claim you love.” He thrust his hand out, gesturing to Ara’s smoking shoreline. “We can’t survive your Ascended-damned love, Nura.
And despite the corpses, despite the Fey, despite the armada, it was this moment—Nura’s loss of control—that scared me more than anything.