Christelle

“She was glad she remembered meeting him. She was glad she had half a memory of life without Kier, if only because it reinforced the understanding that she felt unmoored without him. They’d known each other so long, grown into each other like roots of neighboring trees rather than neighboring children until Kier was so intrinsically tied with her understanding of magic that she sometimes had trouble separating the two.”
― V.L. Bovalino, The Second Death of Locke

“We said always, didn’t we?” she asked, her voice strained. “Always. Well, if you don’t want that promise in full any longer, I’ll give it to you in increments.” She clutched his hand tighter. “Every day. I’ll choose you. That way you’ll know it’s still what I want.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“This was ours…” She swallowed, blinking hard. “They took it from us, but it was ours.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“You made me feel like the parts of me that aren’t useful still deserve to exist. Like I’m not just all the things I can do.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised