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Her stamina, her years of surviving alone, it amounts to nothing. It has brought her here – to die alongside those she never bothered to really know. She whispers an apology to those she shirked, not wanting to accept help or comfort. She whispers her regrets to Hector, who she should have married if she weren’t such a coward. And finally, she whispers to her den of girls and prays they’ll be in the next world, waiting.
“I was prepared for monsters. Your King sent kittens.”
love her
“Should have left you on a fucking rock somewhere…”
i love ryon
“Did it scare you, Ryon? Tell me, what will you do if I kiss you again?” He grabs her wrist and pulls her down the path. “I will bury myself inside you, Dawsyn. And yes, it scares me.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Dawsyn watches his slow retreat, like she is a threat, a plague. “Like your mother?” She lashes out and watches it hit home.
that is so foul
“I cannot. I haven’t decided whether or not to skewer you with it.”
im gonna need dawsyn to get a grip
She looks exactly like the woman he first saw in the Glacian palace – like a warrior, like destruction. Like she should be his. Or he should be hers. He cannot help the lowering of his head, or the way his nose slides along her jaw. He cannot stop his lips from finding hers, like missing pieces connecting. And in every second that he knows he should stop, leave her be, he also knows he cannot possibly let her go. Because she is his. And he is hers.
YEAHHHHHHHHH
A stronger sense tells him this fight belongs to them both in equal shares. For once, even if it is the last, he feels the immense relief of shifting the weight of his millstone to rest between them so that they might bear it together.
