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did i just went on a 10+ minutes tangent about regulus black and james potter love story and how they are so beautifully tragic on tiktok? yes
did i also explain why i will always defend them with my entire being, drunk? yes
bcs you cant say that whenever you read about about them it’s always
regulus black loves first and james potter fell harder and harder every time
they are so beautifully tragic and yes in some ff they do make it to the end. and yes they live a happy life but the most tragic ones ???????
regulus black doing everything he does just so james ( and by extension his brother ) could go on and live a happy life even if it wasn’t him??? y’all…
i will forever defend them till my lasting breath bcs i feel what regulus felt when he went into that cave
i feel his heartbreak and his hope for james, the only person he had ever loved beside his brother, to live a happy life. even if it was not with him.
regulus black had loved james potter to the point that he would be willing to sacrifice his life to be sure that james potter, his love , his life, his literal light at the end of the fckn tunnel that was tainted with the black families idiocy of following a man that wanted genocide, to have a happy and filled life.
even if it wasn’t with him.
i will forever love their stories that was picked and wrote.
the grumpy slytherin who followed his families ideals but to only be torn by a gryffindor who showed him what actually loving someone with no expectation can be and to ensure that no harm to was to come to their light.
I read somewhere that said and i quote
“ regulus black was a boy who walk like they are made of stone but his touch was like the sun”
james potter had said that in many and multiple times and ff’s
james potter was the sun and regulus black was like a stone
but to james, regulus was like a summers warmth open and warm with every touch he had made.
james potter was seen as the sun. but he would tell you otherwise if he had the chance.
regulus black was a boy who walked like he was made of stone but if james potter were to be in his orbit, his touch was like the sun. coursing through james’ veins; melting away the very expectation people wanted him to be.
regulus had rarely open to people who he finds ( and in his words) tolerable
barty crouch jr.
evan and pandora rosier
dorcas meadows
and his brother, sirius black
those were the people that knew him best.
but for him to open up to someone to, james potter
of all people
he loved his friends and brother in a familial way
it has said a lot about how regulus black love
but james
james was different
james, who loved and wouldn’t be ashamed to declared it was very much unfamiliar
regulus black loved james potter as soon as he realize that it wasn’t the same to those he was close
it altered how he viewed love and how it differentiate between them
and james
oh but james.
he loved who he loves.
It’s simple as that
but with regulus it was different
sure he serenaded lily evans but still
when james potter saw regulus black as more then his best friends little brother it
in a way
clicked
regulus black made sense to him.
he was perfect to james. regulus told him it was okay to let go. to not be held in a metaphorical pedestal everyone had put him in.
it made sense to james potter that regulus black was THE ONE.
bcs who in his life ever told him it was okay to let go and feel what he felt in that moment and breakdown bcs of what people see him as
the loving gryffindor golden boy who had no doubt towards anyone who deams worthy of the potter heirs kindness
but to regulus it wasn’t that.
he SAW what james had to put up too
the prank
cant find it his heart to hate sirius who he sees as a brother
It was hard
but the moment james was alone with regulus, the only one who see right through him, he broke.
and it says a lot more then anything.
james potter had trusted regulus enough to shed his golden boy skin and told him what he was feeling and how he was disappointed and hurt by the way sirus went about everything with snape
ofc it didn’t resonate with him like remus had felt but it still hurt nonetheless.
to not see his best friend and in his place, a unfamiliar boy who was consumed by the madness bcs of his family
it hurt james.
BUT it was regulus he seeked first
it was regulus black that told him to let go and say what he wanted to say
and i find that so beautiful that even though they saw things that put them in different sides of the war
that they somehow, and so beautifully, able to understand one another and what the other need
can you tell I’m drunk 😭
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honey-bri-books · 10 months
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"You are mine, you are mine! This forehead is mine, these eyes are mine, this silky hair is mine. All your being is mine. You are so clever, so wise, the first of all living writers; you are the only hope of your country."
~Anton Chekhov (The Seagull)
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bohemian-nights · 9 months
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Can you imagine Daemon and Nettles at Maidenpool ? He realizes that there is a high chance of her being pregnant because he notices all the signs and thr change in her behavior (she may just think she's missing her cycles due to stress and constant flying) and he gets baby fever?? Like imagine after they wind down and their in bed, Daemon lays his head on her stomach (which she's like "...alright then") and he starts rambling on, "if we were to have a child, would they have your curls? My eyes? Your smile? A little boy or girl?" He's just going on and on, and she's amused and also a little sad because she THINKS it's not possible for them to have a child but he's completely lost in the fantasy of it as he pretends he can hear the faint heartbeat of their little one. Sometimes, throughout the day, he would pat her stomach and hug her from behind with his palm bracing her belly, during their baths as he watches her undress to join him he stares and notices the small bump coming in and it confirms that she's with child HIS child.
But before he can get her to see the maester he receives news the the crown is demanding her head....
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This is so heartbreakingly sweet😭 Knowing that she’s finally carrying his child, all the plans, the hopes, and possibilities he had for them…only to be faced with their destruction. It’s all the more reason why Daemon has to let Netty(and their unborn child) go🐑
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skarlettriott · 10 months
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Oh, another few years wasted
On the same old tears I've tasted
Time and time and time again
Oh, when will this cycle end
It's all part of the story
All the misery and glory
All the enemies and friends
And those with us until the end
Here's to the secrets we can't keep
Here's to the words we cannot speak
Here's to the nights that we forget
So beautifully tragic
Here's to all those who wish us well
And to the rest, you can go to hell
Here's to the memories that make me fucking sick
Beautifully tragic
All of the moments spending in time
We wish we could live, rewind (We live, rewind)
The clock and let me live it up again
(Live it up again!)
There is no pause, so we are living in time
Not realizing what's passing by (Passing by)
I'll take what we share (To the end)
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comradekatara · 2 months
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Your atla analysis is the best so I wanted to ask your opinion on something I've found the fandom fairly divided on - what did you think of Azula's ending within the show proper? Unnecessarily cruel or a necessary tragedy? Would you say that her mental breakdown was too conveniently brought about in order to 'nerf' her for the final agni kai? Also, do you think it was 'right' for Zuko to have fought with his sister at all or would it have been better for him to seek a more humane way to end the cycle of violence?
okay so im saying this as someone who loves azula to death like she has always been one of my absolute favorite characters ever since i was a kid and i’ve always vastly preferred her to zuko and found her to be extremely compelling and eminently sympathetic. i am saying this now before the azula stans come for me. i believe in their beliefs. but i also think her downfall is perfectly executed, and putting aside all the bullshit with the comics and whatever else, it’s a really powerful conclusion to her arc. obviously that isn’t to say that she wouldn’t continue to grow and develop in a postcanon scenario (i have a whole recovery arc for her mapped out in my head, like i do believe in her Healing Journey) but from a narrative perspective, her telos is in fact very thematically satisfying.
no, she wasn’t nerfed so that they could beat her in a fight. the fact that she falls apart is what makes them feel that they can confidently take her on (although i do think in a fair fight katara could win anyway), but the whole point is that it’s not about winning or losing in combat. the whole point is that zuko and azula being pitted against each other in this gratuitous ritual of violence as the culmination of their arcs is fundamentally tragic. yes it’s a bad decision to fight her, and zuko should have chosen another path, but the whole point is that he’s flawed and can only subscribe to the logic he has spent his whole life internalizing through violence and abuse.
that’s why aang’s fight against ozai, while tragic in its own way, is also a triumph for the way in which his ideals prevail in the face of genocide, while zuko and azula’s fight is very patently tragic. there is no moment of victory or triumph. even as zuko sacrifices himself in a beautiful mirroring of “the crossroads of destiny” and as katara uses the element of her people combined with techniques across other cultures to use azula’s hubris and ideology of domination against her, it’s presented as moments of personal growth occurring within a very tragic yet inevitable situation. it was inevitable because azula had always been positioned as an extension of her father, and thus to disempower ozai also means disempowering azula, his favorite site of projection, his favorite weapon.
yeah, it does rub me the wrong way when zuko asks katara whether she’d like to help him “put azula in her place.” it’s not a kind way to talk about your abused younger sister. but it’s also important to understand that zuko doesn’t really recognize his sister’s pain, despite the fact that they obviously share a father, because he’s always assumed that she was untouchable as their perfect golden child and thus never a victim. and he’s wrong. zuko and katara expect a battle of triumph and glory, noble heroes fighting valiantly so that good may prevail over evil. but as they discover here, even more so than their previous discovery two episodes prior, a battle is not a legendary event filled with bombast and beauty until after it has been historicized. often a war is simply fought between pathetic, desperate people who see no other option but to fight.
aang’s ultimate refusal to fight despite having all the power in the world is what makes him so important as the protagonist. but katara and zuko both share a more simplistic view of morality and what it means to be good. and zuko assumes that by fighting azula, he can only be punching up, because she has always been positioned as his superior, and she (in her own words!) is a “monster.” and then azula loses, and his entire worldview shatters. joking about putting her in her place makes way for the realization that behind all her posturing and lying (to herself more than anyone) and performance and cognitive dissonance, azula has always been broken, perhaps even more than he is.
azula says “im sorry it has to end this way, brother,” to which zuko replies “no you’re not.” but i think azula is truly sorry, because in her ideal world, she wouldn’t be fighting zuko. she doesn’t actually want to kill him, as much as she claims to. she’s already reached the conclusion that zuko will only truly reach once their fight is over. she lacks a support system, and she needs one, desperately. if she could somehow get her family back, do everything differently, less afraid of the consequences, she would. she’s smirking, she sounds almost facetious, but really, she is sorry. as of this moment, she really doesn’t want it to end this way. but zuko cannot accept that, because in his mind, azula is evil. azula has no soul nor feeling. azula always lies.
her breakdown doesn’t come out of nowhere, either. it’s precipitated by everyone she has ever cared about betraying her. first zuko betrays her, then mai, then ty lee, and then ozai — the person she has staked her entire identity to and to whom she has pledged her undying loyalty and obedience, become nothing more than a vessel for his whims — discards her because she had the audacity to care about someone other than him. what i don’t think zuko realizes, and perhaps will never realize, is that azula betrayed ozai by bringing zuko back home. he was not supposed to be brought back with honor and with glory. azula specifically orchestrated the fight in the catacombs to motivate him to join her, and it’s not because she’s some cruel sadistic monster who wanted to separate a poor innocent soft uwu bean from his loving uncle, it’s because she genuinely believes that she’s doing what’s best for him. she believes that their uncle is a traitor and a bad influence, and she believes that bringing zuko home with his honor “restored” is an act of love. to her it is.
yes, she claims that she was actually just manipulating him so that she wouldn’t have to take the fall if the avatar was actually alive, but also, she’s clearly just covering her own ass. she didn’t know about the spirit water, and only started improvising when zuko started showing hesitation. but even if she was only using zuko, then that was an insane risk to take, because either way she was lying directly to ozai’s face. and zuko admits it to ozai while simultaneously committing treason, so of course ozai would blame azula, his perfect golden child who tried to violate his decree by bringing zuko back home a prisoner at best and dead at worst, and instead found a way to restore his princehood with glory.
we only see ozai dismissing and discarding azula in the finale, but it’s clearly a tension that’s been bubbling since the day of black sun. and we know this because we do see azula falling apart before the finale. in “the boiling rock” she is betrayed by her only friends. in “the southern raiders” we see that this has taken a toll on her, that she is already somewhat unhinged. she and zuko tie in a one on one fight for the first time. and she takes down her hair as she uses her hairpin to secure herself against the edge of a cliff. unlike zuko, who is helped by his friends and allies, who has a support system. it’s a very precarious position; she’s literally on a cliff’s edge, alone, her hair down signifying her unraveling mental state. azula having her hair down signals to us an audience that she is in a position of vulnerability. she is able to mask this terrifying moment wherein she nearly plummets to her death with a triumphant smirk, but it should be evident to us all that her security is fragile here.
and the thing is, even though she’s always masked it with a smirk and perfect poise, her security has always been fragile. azula has never been safe. azula’s breakdown is simply the culmination of her realization that no matter how hard she tries, she will never be ozai’s perfect weapon, because she is a human being. she is a child, no less. and there is no one in her entire life who loves her for nothing. zuko has iroh, who affirms to him that he could never be angry with zuko, that all he wants is simply what is best for zuko. but azula doesn’t have unconditional support in her life. she doesn’t even have support.
everyone she ever thought she could trust has betrayed her, and so she yells that trust is for fools. because she feels like a fool. of course fear is the only way; it’s what kept her in line all these years. azula is someone who is ruled by fear, and who is broken by the recognition that fear isn’t enough. her downfall is necessarily tragic because her worldview is wrong. the imperialist logic of terror as a tool for domination is her own undoing, just as ozai’s undoing is losing the weapon he has staked his national identity to. it’s a battle of ideals. aang v ozai: pacifism v imperialism. katara and zuko v azula: love and support v fear and isolation.
zuko is unfair to azula, it’s true. he tries to fight her even as he can clearly recognize that “she’s slipping.” instead of trying to help his little sister, he uses that weakness to his advantage, tries to exploit her pain so that he can finally, for the first time ever, beat her in a fight. it’s cruel, but it’s also how siblings act. especially considering the conditions under which they were raised, and how zuko has always viewed her. and in zuko’s defense, she has tried to kill him multiple times lately, both in “the boiling rock” and in “the southern raiders.” zuko is someone who gets fixated on a goal and blocks out everything else, including recognition of his surroundings or empathy for others. so of course when he’s promised to put azula in her place he’s going to exploit her weaknesses to do so. after all, isn’t exploiting his weaknesses exactly what azula does best? so he allows himself to stoop to her level, and in fact only redeems himself through his sacrifice for katara. but it is when azula is chained to the grate and zuko and katara, leaning on each other, look down and observe the sheer extent on her pain, that zuko realizes that “putting azula in her place” isn’t actually a victory. it feels really, really bad, actually.
they’re in a similar position as they were when they faced yon rha. and now it is zuko’s turn to understand that he is not a storybook hero triumphing over evil, but rather a human being, facing another human being, in a conflict that is larger than themselves. to “put someone in their place” is to imply a logic of domination, of inherent superiority, that someone has stepped out of line and must be reordered neatly into the hierarchy. but aang disputes the notion, ozai’s notion, that humanity can be classified along these lines, that there exists an ontological superiority among some and not others. so operation: putting azula in her place was always going to be flawed, even if she was performing competency the way she always does, because they’re nonetheless subscribing to her logic.
of course they should be helping azula, of course they should be reaching out to abuse victims through support instead of more violence. but first they must recognize her victimhood. first they must come to understand that they didn’t get lucky, and they didn’t dominate her because they are more “powerful,” that they weren’t “putting her in her place.” they must understand that they are not heroes fighting villains in a glorious trial by combat. that the logic of the agni kai is flawed. that they are all victims. that they are all just scared, hurt children who are still grieving their mothers.
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jbmar · 19 days
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twitter is crazy because somebody like sunday can say plain as day “i hate the idea of ‘survival of the fittest’ because i view myself as weak and understand how other fellow weak people feel, so i want to make a paradise where the weak and strong are equal and everybody can be protected under my watchful gaze” with very clear connotations towards catholicism/orthodoxy, the sacrifice of christ, and ‘the ones who walk away from omelas’ by ursula le guin (a story about a perfect utopian world that only remains such at the expense of a small child below the surface that is left alone to suffer) and be equated to that of a fascist ableist in support of real world eugenics that wants to kill minorities to create a perfect paradise.
tldr; learn to read before you make your ‘informative threads.’
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mumbskall · 3 months
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he loves me. he cares.
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mirefireflies · 1 year
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idk i think the fact that nat died saving an innocent girl isn’t nothing. like everyone saying her storyline this season was about her regaining her will to live and learning to forgive herself for surviving that first hunt but doesn’t that just make it more tragic? she died the way javi did, and she did so to prevent another innocent kid from meeting the same fate. i almost think it’s fitting, the younger natalie even said that death was where they were always supposed to be, maybe she was supposed to die in the first hunt and maybe that’s why she had to die in the last one..
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ptieuca · 4 months
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transldpdl · 3 days
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Claudia • No Pain
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literariyumi · 5 months
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This sequence really hurt me in the movie. It's just beautiful how Varadha could trust that one person, be vulnerable in front of him and him alone, without fear.
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bohemian-nights · 9 months
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Follow up to the other anon I feel like Daemon would start taking the time out to kiss and caress her belly and by now it’s basically an open secret between the two of them that’s Netty’s pregnant (they just still haven’t gotten it confirmed) and at first Netty just played it off but now seeing how excited Daemon is she starts getting excited too. Allowing herself to cautiously start getting truly happy, placing her hands on top of Daemon's when he starts rubbing her belly, only for it all to be ripped away by the words of a Maester. The way Netty’s heart would break. The internal turmoil and pain Daemon would feel knowing that the only way to save the woman (and child) he loves is to send them away 🥺🥺🥺
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No not Netty getting optimistic that she’s going to give her baby the life she never had with Daemon at her side only to have it come crumbling down with a single letter. That’s just too cruel. It’s too unfair after everything she’s been through. It’s her worst fear come true. You guys really know how to bring out the waterworks😭
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zyana-wyvern · 6 months
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"The Moon...
My one trusted companion these hundreds of years, but I am a traitor and I would trade her cold light for the scorching, cleansing warmth of the Sun..."
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buckyeagan · 3 months
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‘How come no one found me?’ Paul Mescal needs to be stopped, I’m so serious.
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you're either mentally stable or you've seen the moonlight scene in the promised land
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ghostsy · 8 months
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Forever Hold Your Peace
WARNINGS: yandere, mentions of death, mentions of murder, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping, hand kink if you squint
A/N: another quick short drabble, pls enjoy a deranged lil wedding crasher dabi.
read at your own discretion.
yandere ! DABI X READER
“Give me one good reason not to kill you.”
She’d never known blue to be such an angry color, but even glowing with barely contained rage, she couldn’t help but find his eyes beautiful. 
“I can’t.” 
It was growing all around them now, ice-colored fire licking at the tattered remains of her white dress. Still, she thought the heat was less threatening than warm. 
Her answer seemed to physically wound him, the soft tremble in his brow almost begging her to say something. Something to justify whatever confusing ugly thing he felt finally standing in front of her after all these years. Something that would let him sleep at night if he were to burn her bones to ash that moment, give into that cruel voice in his fractured mind demanding he destroy any and every memory that had ever made him feel something. 
“You broke your promise.”
“I wasn’t aware there were promises to keep with corpses.” There she was, that quick wit he remembered her for, loved her for, once upon a time. Even with his hand at her throat, even with the blood of the man she’d just sworn to love until death–another corpse, whose promise had quickly been fulfilled–even with his blood smeared across her cheek, she still stood tall, dignified.
“Is that what I am to you?” He breathed, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, fingers flexing at the feel of her racing pulse under her neck, “A corpse?” It was a silly question; the patchwork wounds stapled to his rotting skin suggested he was anything but a real, living, man. If he thought about it, he really hadn’t been living for quite some time.
“No, I suppose not,” Her voice was shaky, and he couldn’t tell if the mascara-stained tears wetting her cheeks were for the mass of burning bodies behind them or for him, “More of a ghost.”
The corner of his lips quirked up, huffing a short, bitter laugh, “A ghost,” He pondered for a moment, “I like it,” His other hand made its way up from her hip, brushing at the underside of her clothed breasts, “Here I am haunting you, after all.”
“I think,” Her hands balled into fists, but he made note as they stayed trembling at her sides, “That you’re here haunting us both.”
“I guess you’re right,” His eyes fell to scan her singed gown, “In another life,” Ignoring the clenching of her jaw, he continued, “You’d have worn that dress for me.”
She swallowed, “In another life,” Her eyes left his now, sweeping the mutilated remains littering the pews, “You’d have loved me enough.”
All of a sudden he tore himself from her as if she’d burned him, “Loved you enough?” An incredulous laugh as his arm stretched out to the scene behind them, “What the fuck is all this if it isn’t enough?” 
“It’s really so devastating,” She sighed out a name that was once his, and he was surprised at the weight one word could leave on his heart, “That you would consider this love.” But his anger had returned full force, and he thought maybe now he’d be able to kill her.
“Did you love him?” 
Here it was, the answer that would seal her fate. He could do it if she said what he knew she’d say. He would do it.
“No,” His heart skipped a beat, “I do love him.” And all at once, the mangled coal in his chest crumbled to ash. Do it. You said you’d do it. Do it, you fucking coward.
No, he needed more. His fingers twitched at his sides, sparks of blue igniting and snuffing out in nervous repetition. Just one more thing, and he could do it. 
“You can’t keep a promise to a corpse,” He spat, “But you can love one?” He stepped closer to her, glowing eyes narrowed, staring down at her.
“Not any more or less than one can love a ghost, I’d imagine.”
His hands flew back to her throat, and he wrenched her face up to meet his, “And do you?” His voice fell to a raspy whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of fury or desperation, “Love a ghost?”
“I don’t want to,” And again more tears welled and fell, “I really didn’t want to.”
“That’s not what I asked.” His words were shaking with anticipation, fingers trembling as they cradled her cheeks.
“Does it matter?” She sniffed, eyes flickering to the carnage, “I shouldn’t. Especially now, I shouldn’t,” There was a wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her self-disgust, “I never should have.”
He swallowed, gaze catching on her lips, “But you do.” He’d meant it to come out as a question, but there was a sort of finality in his words. She makes you weak. Kill her. Do it. Now. Do it now. Shut up.
She tried to pull away from him, but he held her face firmly, “No matter where I go,” The turn of her voice was bitter, “You haunt me.”
A soft, manic laugh, “I think,” He leaned down, lips brushing hers, “We’ve both been haunting each other.” And after a month-long moment he surged forward, crashing his mouth against her own, tongue swallowing the strangled yelp that died in her throat.
He stepped forward as she stumbled back from the force, and her fingers flew to grip at his wrists in an attempt to stabilize herself, nails digging into the ruined skin. His leg steadied between both of hers, the bones in his patchwork hands straining as they pulled her into him, as if he were trying to make her body melt into his; make him whole.
Finally she ripped herself from him, stumbling, and wiped furiously at her lips, “I don’t want you,” Her voice was hoarse as she caught her breath, “Nothing else matters, because I don’t want you.”
It was like someone had poured ice water in his veins, and he’d come to the terrifying conclusion that it didn’t matter what she said or did; she could tell him she wanted him dead, and he’d still find an excuse to keep her here with him. 
“I don’t care,” A breathless confession.
After years without, he hadn’t realized just how starved the idea of letting her go would make him feel. He intended for his flames to swallow her whole when he'd found her again, but there was an entirely more appetizing option. He’d starved himself long enough.
The tapestries along the walls had caught fire, and the light shone through the stained glass windows, casting a blue tint across her skin. Like it was marking her as his. His hand shot out to wrap around her wrist when she tried to turn away, and he yanked her back to him.
“Nothing else matters, because I don’t care.”
She tried and failed to pull her arm from his bruising grip, feet sliding as she used her full weight, “Kill me, then,” She choked on a sob, “Why don’t you just kill me, then?”
He stared at her a long moment as she struggled, streaks of ruined makeup painting her cheeks, that once angel-white gown stained black with ash, a gloss in her eyes he could only describe as heartbreak, and he couldn’t help but think that she’d never looked so beautiful.
“I can’t.”
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