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Where was your self respect that time, honey?
I want this night to be of 48 hours and I want to spend them all sleeping
le me and my team lead sending brainrot reels to each other while being in meeting
Salem gave him the eyes he was so fond of while gazing into his. "You didn't leave."
"You didn't want me to," he stated simply, and Salem felt the surprise. How had he known that when she hadn't?
He tapped the side of her head. "I own this pretty little mind of yours, Salem. I know the way you think. Why do you think I pushed and poked you so much during class?"
To learn how she reacted and what she said. He had always done that with her picked on her, gotten her to react more than anyone else-and Merlin had never stopped him. To anyone else, it would look like he was trying to bully her, create a rivalry of some kind, but she understood now what he'd been doing. He'd been learning her thought patterns and behavior.
"Just one glance from these eyes would have driven men to murder in old times. Still might."
Salem tilted her head to the side. "Would it drive you to murder?"
He pulled her closer. "Oh, little asp. It would drive me beyond."
"What is beyond murder?"
"Damnation."
And at the end, I will act like you don't exist when being just beside me while being acutely aware of you the whole time.
the lies turned their blood black, black like perfect ink
how easily abundance can become scarcity
One must not transport infinity into love; one must know that it is a human thing.
It was crazy how she'd thought of him as venomous when he called her the same. Maybe they were both the poison. Maybe they were both the antidote,Maybe what they thought would infect them was going to cure them after all.
Trust was paramount, pivotal, powerful. If she couldn't trust someone to carry her baggage, how could she share it with them in the first place?
His hands began to play with her strands, in the way that she'd found hypnotic, lulling, on the street. It still was. She didn't understand why her brain felt it was safe for her to fall asleep, why it was sending those signals to her body. She didn't want to fall asleep, not like this, not with him and so many unsaid secrets between them, not when she didn't know what could happen.
But somehow, suddenly, her arms were like lead, her body heavy, her eyelids sluggish, made even more so by the gentle, repeated movement of his hands on her hair.
"We're not done," she mumbled. They weren't done talking. They would talk. But maybe after a nap.His steady heartbeat under her ear was nice. It felt so nice, just to stop her brain and let go.
"You seem to have a mistaken impression that you have a say in what I do with my life," she began. "Let me make it very clear. You don't. If I want to walk off a cliff, I will. If I want to take early morning walks with a handsome stranger, I will. If I want to apply for an award knowing it makes me bait, I will. You don't have a say in it."
Her chest was heaving by the end of the tirade, the number of words coming from her mouth surprising even her.
He sat still, watching her with icy eyes burning, the side of his mouth curled in that damn smirk. "Try it. Try walking off a cliff, I will block you. Try making yourself bait, I will catch you. And try being with another man, I will use his blood and make you the canvas."
She wanted to ask him,
"Can you maybe stroke my hair and make my mind quiet for a little bit, mute my demons long enough for me to rest for a bit?"
When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?
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