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""his tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face" okay son just say you want him" — May 27, 2026 06:34AM
""his tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face" okay son just say you want him" — May 27, 2026 06:34AM
“I remember when I realized … when I knew that this was more than a friendship.’
That made Nico smile despite himself. ‘I remember my moment, too.’
Will’s eyes filled with tears. ‘I think mine is different than yours.’
‘But I know mine happened first,’ Nico said.
‘Tell me,’ Gorgyra said, moving closer to Nico and Will. ‘Tell me one more story.’
And Nico felt another string start to unravel.”
― The Sun and the Star
That made Nico smile despite himself. ‘I remember my moment, too.’
Will’s eyes filled with tears. ‘I think mine is different than yours.’
‘But I know mine happened first,’ Nico said.
‘Tell me,’ Gorgyra said, moving closer to Nico and Will. ‘Tell me one more story.’
And Nico felt another string start to unravel.”
― The Sun and the Star
“I am made of memories.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
“Will had kissed Nico for the first time in a moment of impulsiveness, something Nico didn’t know Will had in him. The kiss had been just like this one, short and sweet.
Then Will had pulled away, worry on his face, an apology tumbling from his lips.
Nico had stopped him. Then kissed him back.
In a moment so full of grief and rage and sadness, Will had given him …
Light.”
― The Sun and the Star
Then Will had pulled away, worry on his face, an apology tumbling from his lips.
Nico had stopped him. Then kissed him back.
In a moment so full of grief and rage and sadness, Will had given him …
Light.”
― The Sun and the Star
“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― The Song of Achilles
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― The Song of Achilles
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
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