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there is doom to be found everywhere if doom is what you seek.
(If you do not know precisely where impossibility begins and ends, then of course it cannot constrain you.)
“The regular pains of ordinariness and existence. Wanting things you cannot have, assigning yourself a destiny that you’ll never be able to fulfill,
“I promise,” Gideon sighed, “that I won’t get myself hurt, killed, or otherwise maimed.” “No psychological damage either,” Nico warned. “Takes forever to get trauma out of the drapes.”
I’ve been called much worse by people who mattered far more,”
What a productive use of both their time this conversation was.
Something inside him was forever altered, forever wretched, eternally forgone.
They’re called our formative years for a reason. Because we always return to them in some form.
Death, death is what makes us what we are, which is alive.
After law and order inevitably came indecency and art.
the world was essentially a stupid place and they were all basically flawed in the same ways. There were variations here and there, but functionally they were all idiots.
We are our own myths, our own legends. We give things reason.
things were more righteous when they were done in the light, for anyone to see them.
A drink to his health. And to it never outlasting her own.
Because if I can make life, then I am obligated in some way to do so.
“My family is not my tragedy,”
Callum looked up, traveling a long way in his thoughts to reach her.
Nico had never met a sentence he didn’t want to interrupt.
He saw the possibility of doom and said not today, fucker!, flipping off the whims of fate while diving backward into hell.
Always has things removed when we go to restaurants. I think it’s a game for her. She always wants something changed just so she can establish her dominance over dinner.”
he could taste the supple Chardonnay of a righteous upper hand.
There is nothing special about this universe except that it’s ours.
nature wanted increasingly for her to go outside and touch some grass.
Get old, spend money, die.”
The wheel would invariably turn. She heard her grandmother’s voice in her head: Reina-chan, you were born for a reason. Fine. So then she would be ready when the wheel was.
“So, my father wants to kill me. Wonderful. How new and exciting for me.”
Ah. The delightful taste of withering hope.
“The moment you let yourself love, Reina Mori, it will be the death of you.
Tristan wanted only to let the bridges he’d burned light the path ahead.
Destiny was a choice. Time to torch this outcome and let the fucker burn.
“I want everything,” he said. “Don’t you?”
in the moment that he burned, he pined, he perished, Ezra Mikhail Fowler looked into the eyes of his death and thought ah, so then this is destiny.