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With no reason to object, I do, the sense of unreality heightening. As I stretch out on the elaborately embroidered comforter, I realize that I have found something far more blasphemous than spreading out on the bed of the High King, far more blasphemous than sneaking Cardan’s signet onto my finger, or even sitting on the throne itself.
I have become the Queen of Faerie.”
crazy shit
— Jun 12, 2026 03:55PM
With no reason to object, I do, the sense of unreality heightening. As I stretch out on the elaborately embroidered comforter, I realize that I have found something far more blasphemous than spreading out on the bed of the High King, far more blasphemous than sneaking Cardan’s signet onto my finger, or even sitting on the throne itself.
I have become the Queen of Faerie.”
crazy shit
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“I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst”
wicked indeed
— Jun 12, 2026 11:43AM
wicked indeed
Angel
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“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
At that, he makes a harsh, low sound.”
theyre the same person i fear
— Jun 12, 2026 11:36AM
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
At that, he makes a harsh, low sound.”
theyre the same person i fear
Angel
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“And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?” “Do you think it would work?”“Yes.”
Then his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what I’m about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He doesn’t kiss me as though he’s angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.
Everything slows, goes liquid and hot. I can barely think.
damn
— Jun 12, 2026 11:36AM
Then his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what I’m about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He doesn’t kiss me as though he’s angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.
Everything slows, goes liquid and hot. I can barely think.
damn
Angel
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“You were just going,”
“I find I am very comfortable here,” Locke says. “Surely there’s nothing you have to say to the king that is so very personal or private.”
“It’s a shame you’ll never find out. Go. Now.”
“Leave,” Cardan tells Locke. “I didn’t summon her here for your pleasure.”
— Jun 12, 2026 08:45AM
“You were just going,”
“I find I am very comfortable here,” Locke says. “Surely there’s nothing you have to say to the king that is so very personal or private.”
“It’s a shame you’ll never find out. Go. Now.”
“Leave,” Cardan tells Locke. “I didn’t summon her here for your pleasure.”
Angel
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“Once she’s gone, I take my stuffed animals and seat them next to me on the rug. Once, they were a reminder that there was a time before Faerieland, when things were normal. Once, they were a comfort to me. I take a long last look, and then, one by one, I feed them to the fire.
I’m no longer a child, and I don’t need comfort.”
ok bad bitch
— Jun 11, 2026 03:00AM
I’m no longer a child, and I don’t need comfort.”
ok bad bitch
Angel
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“Fighting was chess, anticipating the move of one’s opponent and countering it before one got hit.
But it was chess played with the whole body. Chess that left her bruised and tired and frustrated with the whole world and with herself, too.”
thats a cool analogy
— Jun 11, 2026 02:02AM
But it was chess played with the whole body. Chess that left her bruised and tired and frustrated with the whole world and with herself, too.”
thats a cool analogy