Ash

“Arken,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, though my heart was pounding. “Don’t… Come back here, please.” Please don’t run away from me, Arken. Not now. I would beg, if she asked me to. I needed her to stay. I needed her, period.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“Okay, fine. You’re also, admittedly, the nicest thing to look at in here. I will give you that,” I reasoned. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment to my face, or an insult towards my taste in interior design.” “Mm. A little bit of column a, little bit of column b,” I teased. He ran one hand through his hair, rolling his eyes.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“I’m not sure if you realize this, Arken, but it’s perfectly alright to let yourself be taken care of from time to time.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“Perhaps I should put you under duress, then,” he mused. “I am ever so curious about what secrets might be locked inside this pretty little banged-up head of yours.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether