⠀ ⠀ "It’s not-" The eldest of the Archeron sisters cuts off her complaint, ignoring the slight blush on her cheeks. There was no point in discussing a known «secret». "First of all, it's not that simple: It has a story and it's very interesting, thank you for asking. ⠀ ⠀

Here is the truth: I keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won’t. I keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger into the ocean, but no one can.

if you love me, call it blasphemy. i am the first bad thing your god ever made.

⠀ Hyungsik; one of the few High Lords whose presence she tolerates, and also the one who blesses her eyes with his /handsome/ presence. "I must assume that you came to Velaris for nothing good, Helion. Did Cassian broke something /again/ on your Court?" ⠀

I BROKE ONE BUILDING

ONCE

⠀ I don't belong to anyone. ⠀

⠀ FOR NOW. ⠀

⠀ That little joke sparked in the woman a spark of jealousy she would never admit out loud, a possessiveness that wasn't fair to Cassian. "Oh, you can keep him as long as Rhysand doesn't miss him." replied, smiling. "Or stay and keep him entertained." ⠀

⠀ In the back of my mind you died and I didn't even cry, not a single tear. I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive. In the back of my mind I killed you… and I didn't even even regret it; I can't believe I said it. But it's true. I hate you. ⠀

⠀ "Good afternoon, Azriel." she said, not looking up from her book; the Shadowsinger wasn't the only one capable of sensing presences. ⠀

He says she reminds him of a God, so she turns and asks, “what kind?” / A beauty like Aprhodite is what he has in mind. / He says that it’s because she always takes away his breath, / but she can do that all the same if she’s the God of Death.