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I might be the forge maiden, but I am no delicate flower. I am as cold as silver. As strong as iron. I will bend for destiny, but not for any man.
Fear marries desperation to breed poor decisions
If I feel nothing and treasure nothing, then I cannot be hurt.
Your hands are just as bloody as mine. And we were both born into cages not of our making.”
Stay in line and do everything you’re told. Never think about anything else because if you do you might realize just how suffocating all the demands and expectations are.
“How do we free ourselves from this torment?” “I don’t know if I want to be free.” His gaze drops farther, to my neck. “You might be torture and temptation incarnate. But you are strength and power. You are damnation and salvation trapped in curves that should be forbidden.”
“And I feel for you.” He pulls me a bit closer, his hands still around mine. “I ache for you. I burn for you. I want you.”
I want to choose every moment, one after the next. I want to be my own woman. I will be, for the first time ever.
“If we’ve ‘hardly done anything’ then how have you become my everything?”
“Blood is parchment and life a quill. Everything we do, everything we are, will be, and could be, is all written upon us in our blood.
