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“This close, she was struck by the true color of his eyes: a stormy gray, with the faintest touch of glacial blue.”

“I’ve always wanted things I shouldn’t. Never had that felt truer.”

“Milori was just as lonely as she was.”

“Even you?”
“Even me,”

“She and Milori could never be anything resembling friends. But here in the twilight, the space between them as good as a solid wall, nothing felt wholly real. What did it hurt to pretend?”

“No one is above me in station but you.”
“No one but you.”

“If you’d like, I can continue waiting for you here at sunset.”

“Every night?”

“As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned not to worry about things before they happen.”

“I will be waiting here, at sunset, every night for a week.”

“If she closed her eyes, she could practically see it: Milori, his hair like a white flame in the wind, his eyes fixed on the Pixie Dust Tree.”

“Good night. Clarion.”

“…you know where to find me. I will be waiting here, at sunset, every night for a week.”

“He looked to be delicately shaped from snow, with his fair skin and bone-white hair. It fell to his shoulders, with half of it, pulled back from his face to reveal the pointed tips of his ears. His wings shimmered like ice beneath the light of the fading sun. Against the dark backdrop of winter, he was…ethereal. A Winter fairy.”

“If Winter and the warm seasons were truly meant to be apart, then why did this bridge exist at all?”

“If Winter and the warm seasons were truly meant to be apart, then why did this bridge exist at all?”

“If Winter and the warm seasons were truly meant to be apart, then why did this bridge exist at all?”

“Warm fairies could not withstand the cold of Winter. After only a few minutes, their wings will turn brittle and shatter. Winter fairies’, wings, meanwhile, would melt like frost beneath the springtime sun.”

“Unlike light talent, fairies, governing talent fairies do not need to manipulate a source of light. Born from falling stars, they carried wells of starlight within themselves. Their magic could cut through absolute darkness-and most anything else in its path. It could be shaped into a shield to protect the queendom. More than anything, it was a symbol: something the citizens of Pixie Hollow could believe in.”

“…Winter did not frighten her as much as she knew it should. From the warm, secluded safety of her bedroom, there was something so peaceful about it-and so terribly lonely. Just like her.”

“She should have wanted this: respect, deference, impartial distance. But she didn’t. More than anything, she wanted the only thing that felt truly impossible: to be known.”

“For those who see the world as it could be: brighter and full of magic”

Excuse me wtf!?

“I fuck her again in bed. This time, we fall asleep with me still inside her, her head on my chest, her breath on my skin. And my heart completely in her hands.”

“You’re my wife,” “All of you.”

“I want you to watch yourself get fucked like a bad girl.”

“I’ve just had my first real date in my entire life. With my husband.”

“Like it or not, princess, I’m your husband. You’re my wife. And I won’t let anyone fucking touch my wife.”

“I shouldn’t like what I like. I shouldn’t want the things I want. I shouldn’t have these sorts of urges. But I do. And at times, keeping them bottled up so tightly, buried so deep inside, is almost too much to take. Like I’m sitting on a live grenade about to go off and blast my dirty secrets all over the fucking room.”

“Our love was unconventional, chaotic, passionate, and all-consuming. It didn’t need to make sense to anyone but us.”

“Say it again,” I whispered between kisses.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“One more time.”
“Evangelina Cruz, I fucking love you, and I’ll say it every day for the rest of my life.”
“That sounds like a long time.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”