albregia

“How do I forgive my past self for all the futures I didn’t become? I don’t know.”
― Ashley Poston, Sounds Like Love

“ignoble”—his voice was dry, but his finger trilled excitedly—“go ahead. Ask me to be your pigeon.” Rory and I turned. “You want to fly?” “By the seat of my skirts.” He grasped my waist, smiled, then on mighty feet, the gargoyle sprang from the ground. His wings spread, beat the air, stirring smoke. I held to his neck, and he to my waist, and then we were soaring. “‘Seat of my pants,’” I called over the wind.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“Benji’s face twisted as he held back tears. “Your grandfather would be proud of you, Benji.” Maude, despite her bandages, tried to sit up straighter. “We’re proud, too.” I nodded in agreement, and the gargoyle leaned close to whisper in my ear. “If the boy wants to make me cry, he’ll need a sadder story than that.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“You want to throw me down,” Rory said, eyelids dropping as he whispered into my parted lips. “And I, prideful, disdainful, godless, want to drag you into the dirt with me.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth