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He tastes like whiskey and the flavor I imagine when I think of destruction.
“Do not speak. I’m about two seconds away from losing my shit on you.”
Even with the changes, we recognized her as soon as she came into Olympus with the flower mask. Persephone’s mask
We think flowers are beautiful, but we still cut them and stick them in vases to wither and die.
“I’ll keep watch,” he says a moment later. There’s another pause, longer. “It’s okay to sleep, Kora. I’ll keep the nightmares away.”
“That was me throwing my hat in the ring, sweetheart.” He leans back in and kisses my cheek, and then his lips graze my ear. “And I look forward to a little healthy competition.”
“One day, I’m going to fuck you after a fight, and you’ll be covered in this gold.”
His hands land on my bare feet. I jump, but he holds fast. “Easy, Sinclair.” “Don’t expect me to last-name you. Your ego doesn’t need me to call you King
