Status Updates From Burning Ice (Claimed by Kin...

To take this universe and flatten every dynamic + character :(

Ugh

I'm waiting for ONE mc who doesn't like pain

Slowly, he dragged himself out of the tub. The orgasm had left him feeling more alive than he’d felt in a long time. No one had ever touched him like that. In a way that had been pleasant for Mirel too. Nothing like Kylix had touched him, had cherished his body, had given him pleasure.

~ The bar is so low

“I could have destroyed you. You give me no truths, and you kiss me instead.”

~ Categorically untrue, you got his name and why he lived in the Wastes + some pull to Cyrilphil

Wtf is happening

I CANNOT WAIT TO FINISH THIS BOOK I AM HATE READING AT THIS POINT

hmm...

“What are we looking for, sir?”
“A thief. He stole a loaf of bread.”

oh please. spare me. a whole fucking general chasing a homeless kid who stole bread because he was hungry? does this planet have the words compassion or kindness in their vocabulary? what kinda propaganda is this

He looked down at his worn-out clothes and thin frame, then back at his brother, so handsome and powerful and everything he wasn’t. He could never show Cyprian who he was. He was no one. He could barely talk.

oh poor mirel ):

estoy estresado lo quiero terminar ya qjsjsjsj

esta gente está bien pendeja real

amo lo q sea q esté mal con kylix de verdad diossss

kylix... 🤤

tienen un topo estoy segura pero no sé quién es y yo creo que es Jonah

Kylix’s growl rumbled under his breath. “You’ve been looking that close?” Mirel pulled on his arm. “Kylix.”

QKDKKSKW son como el meme ese

Daven Caelith!” they called. “Long live the dead!”

oye esto es muy dune

me encanta el detalle de q Kyrlix usa el jabón más dulce y q Mirel usa el dulce

QKDKKWKD QUE CULPA TIENE VANDOR AKDKSLAJDJ

ODKDKWKD POBRE VANDOR

Not my fling. And he’s cold without it.” Kylix hesitated.

no puede permitir q su hombre pase frío pues

As it should be. They were soldiers, not baby cuddlers.


AYUDA ALFWKKDJXKSOSJ

Vandor, what should I do with this thief? Throw him in our cells, or into the arena?” “Sir, perhaps⁠—” “Shut up.”

NO ÉL PREGUNTÁNDOLE Y DESPUÉS CALLÁNDOLO ALDKWKKSJXKSOSK