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Fuuuuuck.
The fuck?
That might just be the fangirl in me that fell in love with Prince Zuko instead of Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender. I've got a thing for the bad guy.
“I’m just saying,” Belara shrugs. “Women are complicated. Men can usually be fixed with a quick suck.”
“I don’t like you.” He lifts his fingers and crosses them. “I’m not haunted by you every moment that I’m here.”
“I am the goddess of knowledge. You think there is anything I don’t know?” “Do you know what this means?” I snap, flipping her the bird.
“Don’t you know that I will claim you in blood if I must? That I will claim you with tears on your face? Old or young? Don’t you yet know that you will always be mine and nothing else matters?”
“And then we’ll figure out how to get you home first,” I say, resolute. “Because I love you and I’m not going to leave you alone here.”
“I don’t love you, Max. I haven’t loved you since the moment I first saw you.”
“Everyone fucking gives up on him. You think he’s supposed to be so perfect and good and kind and then you just turn around and shit on him and wonder why he doesn’t thank you for it? Why would he? Why would he trust anyone to have his back?
