Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

The only thing I ever want to be to anyone is the last thing they see before they die.

What good has getting pissed ever done for me? What power have I ever really found in anger and outrage?

Skull’s eager gaze tries to drink me in, but I hope he chokes on me.

What happened to me is that they’ve finally stripped me of everything. This is what happens when there’s nothing more to live for, when there’s nothing left to lose.

Bones is Riall, with his short ash brown hair and beard, hazel eyes, and thick muscular frame.

Scorpius’s, or Tarek’s, creamy skin is smooth over bulging muscle, his ice-blue gaze watches me shrewdly, and the waves of his shoulder-length dark brown hair soften his square jaw and the angles of his high cheekbones.

I don’t want to get a taste of this life and love it, only to find out that it’s poison.

Fighting mad is about as effective as fighting blind, a truth I know all too well.

Things are as they are, and no amount of pity or empathy is going to change it.

Then, when we have weapons instead of wounds, we make the fuckers pay for what they did to us.”

“That’s the thing though, Bones, you’re too late.”

but it’s time to get back to the truth I do know about this world. I am the only one I can really count on, and I need to figure out who the fuck I am and what the fuck I want, and I need to do it soon.

“’Bout time those three saw past their own peckers and ego, and settled in,”

“I love her, Poppet. That means I will rip the realms apart if that’s what she needs, destroy anyone who’d dare ta stand against her. But it also means I’ll wait. Wait fer my strong incredible mate ta mourn and grieve and come back ta me. I’ll hold every piece of her shattered heart safe in my arms until she’s ready to put it back together. And do you know what’s so beautiful, so astonishing about it all?” Rink asks as my eyes begin to sting with emotion. “She would do the exact same for me.”

you deserve to be loved. You deserve to find others who make you happy. Build a life around that, Auset. I vow to you that you can never go wrong if that’s what’s at the center of your purpose.”

They’re mine, and we’ll possess and protect each other long past our last breaths, because even death will know it has no claim here.

“Time isn’t often fair,”

“Life promises us nothing,”

“Don’t let might and could rob you of what is right now.”

don’t know if I like it more when these lips are professing adoration, screaming my name, or threatening me with bodily harm for pissing you off,”

I love how fucked in the head we all are.

Who needs romantic overtures and jewels when you can have fights to the death and the torturing of your enemies?

I’m violent and broken. The shards of who I am aren’t easy to navigate, and I have a tendency to cut anyone who tries.

I feel like a raw wound in need of tending, and yet everything hurts and I don’t want anyone to touch it.