Fairydale

by Veronica Lancet

I am just...restless.

Gods dont i know it

What could possibly go wrong in a town that rhymes with fairytale?

Exactly

"Who do you want me to be, chérie? Tell me and maybe I'll make that true," he drawls, his hand coming up to my face but hovering over my skin instead of touching me.

Victorian era shiiii

There's an intense feeling of déjà vu that washes over me, almost as if this meeting had taken place a thousand times before—always at a standstill; always an eternity apart.

Oh beautiful

"I didn't peg you for the type to fish for compliments, Darcy darlin'," he drawls, turning to me just as his sunglasses fall down his nose, his gaze connecting with mine.

Imagery goes crazy

Whereas before I've merely been alive, he makes me want to live.

Need that

But you, you'll forever be safe in the gray."

The staff liked her, the villagers loved her, and she was seen as something of a fairy godmother to all her acquaintances.

Shes a hale

"There is only one woman I wish to claim, Lizzie mine. Past. Present. Future—and for an eternity to come."

This is so beautiful omg

he smiles, his eyes roving over my face as if it's been eons since he's last seen me.

Perhaps he has not

"Wherever you are, wherever you go..." he pauses as his gaze pins me to the spot. "Whoever you are. I will find you. That is my promise to you. Always."

"He's a man who's waited all his life for something," he pauses, intently watching me. "For what?" I whisper. "For someone to call his own," he states.

I walk towards him, gazing up at the piece that holds his undivided attention. It looks to be Roman or Greek, though my knowledge is minimal at best. The sculpture depicts a woman holding some dainty flowers in her hand. At her feet, a sword is interwoven with serpents coiling up her leg. "Is it Artemis?" I inquire as I inspect it. Caleb shakes his head. "She wasn't a Greek Goddess." "Then who was she?" He smiles, looking fondly at the statue before lightly shaking his head.

Why darcy darling i think its you

That I might be evil personified, but you're the only one I'll ever be good to,"

Gross but im intrigued

He takes advantage of my momentary lack of attention to dive straight for my hand, lapping at the blood until the wound is clear.

He’s amon

who would not want to live an epic love story?

Exactly

I find that even a moment is too long when I'm not by your side." "Is that normal?" "I don't know, and frankly I don't care. You're mine, Sela. And that means I must always be there for you."

Fire

"What am I going to do with you, Amon?" I whisper lovingly, my hands still working on his wounds. "Love me?" he offers lightly. "That I already do," I chuckle. "And now you're all done, too. Get into bed."