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och nee, kein Bock mehr

"Es wäre ja am besten, wenn der Mensch sich anders Kinder zeugte und es die Weiber gar nicht gäbe."

mach mal halblang, freundchen

“I am,” the Queen of Gods said, feeling tears streak her face. “I am,” she repeated, smiling at him, knowing he wouldn’t smile back at her.

STOP. NO 😭😭 WHYYYYY

shut the f*ck up...

“Finders keepers, Rowan of Ingburn.” His lips found her ear, and he whispered, “So be mine. At least for tonight. Then I will beg yet again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after.”

I fear this book is going to break me...

'Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her cheek, sighing a trembling exhale as he did so. Then he repeated it again. He kissed her face, his heart beating almost out of his chest from fear that she would ask him to stop.'

I'm crying

“I apply my philosophies on much finer things, too, Rowan.” He flashed her a slow smile. “If the finer things would let me, of course.”

ENOUGH WITH THE SLOWBURN

wow, I was right

“Turned into a curse. He’d look for her in every lifetime and he’d find her. Turmoil would find her only after she’d died. They say peace dies last. But she never died last for him. She always died first when he was near her. So, he only looked from afar, and she never even knew.”

oh yeah, I think I'm right

ohhh, they are turmoil and tranquil, are they not?

“Yes?” he asked, remaining kneeling right before her.
“I don’t know what is this sick and twisted fascination you have with me.”
“I might be sick and twisted, but believe me, my fascination with you isn’t.”
“Hard to believe.”
“Then I will have to be more convincing.”

GAHHHHHH YESSS

"Strange how a simple mirror hasn’t done that already.”
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Whew, that stung.”
“Why won’t you answer me?”
“I want you to keep talking to me. Everyone else will either bow to lick my boots or stare at me until I get a headache. Not you. I like how you talk to me.”

“When you bury me like you buried the rest of your enemies, speak it. I want you to speak my name.” His eyes dropped to her lips. “I want you to be the very last one to do so.”

that note is already troubling...

Am I crazy for also doing that thing with the bullet? hahaha

what the

'Nobody'd be different. The only
thing that would be different would be you.'

"If a body catch a body coming through the rye."
It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed any more.

woahhh that suitcase allegory is so deep

'I'd rather push a guy out the window or chop his head off with an ax than sock him in the jaw.'

you go, king

“Live, Winter. Live wanting. Live deciding. Live for you. And live…for me, too. Make it good, my little sun. Make it really good, I want to hear all about it. I will wait this time. I will wait for you. Do not come to me. Do not seek me. Not unless you wish to break my heart.”

“So, I’ll just whisper it then. You said happiness comes in many forms. Mine is shaped like you. Has a mind shaped like yours, and a voice I never want out of my head.”

that was intense

“Nothing would be holier than to be ruined by you.” (oh man, he's a goner)

“You can always join me, if you can’t.”

oh he's starting to get unhinged

“It pleases me when one acknowledges their mistake.”
He stepped closer, unable to escape the opportunity to find out the scent of her skin too, not just the feel. His lungs filled with the scent of flowers. She smelled like a meadow and sunshine.
“Are you trying to please me, Winter?”

“I do,” he said, standing and heading towards the upper floor. “Just not from fear.”

“Same as why everyone wants dessert after a meal. I’m craving something sweet. Thoughtful and with a unique perspective, too, if a piece of pastry can ever be that.”

ahhhhh he's so interested 🤭