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❝You're not taking me to bed. Ever.❞
❝...Who said it had to be on a bed?❞
A disgraced immortal and a legendary folk hero are desperate to locate a blacksmith who can break the enchanted handcuffs that...
i thought that things like this get better with time
but i still need you
why is that
you're the only image in my mind
so i still see you
around
i miss you
like everyday
wanna be with you
but you're away
said i miss you
missing you insane
but if i got with you
could it feel
the same
❧ beyonce, "i miss you"
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BOOK XX
✩ THE ARCHITECT ✩
written in the year xxxx
(an emerald spring. cut and cast about like last month's chaff. how silly of us to think it would never end.)
☾
You don't notice me on first blush.
I do most of the looking. Mesmerized by the way you- by how you move in the heat. Your ferocity as you dash through the iron gate without a second glance back. Your fellow carpenters, your brothers-in-arms, try to call you back, slow you down.
But you don't listen.
You never listen.
This, I think, is the real face of bravery. Ridiculous and pointless as it is.
There was a small fire in the village after some fool - some overpaid foreman - forgot to douse the coals in his hotpit.
I was halfway to my horse when your wagon came screaming down the street. Your team dismounted with practiced ease, hours upon hours of tedious training and climbing drills finally put to work for an issue that could've been solved with a bucket.
But I don't think you minded much.
You lived for those moments.
(the potentiality of danger.)
"Stay calm! Help is on the way!"
You extinguish the flame before it commits any serious crime against the wooden foundation. A small crowd gathers, attracted by the noise and the spectacle. They are eager to witness your bravado and showmanship, clapping politely once you finish.
