Truth is often bitter, particularly when a person has been tasting more enjoyable lies.
To remedy, you will need to erase the sweet taste of falsehood.
He looked like ethereal heartbreak.
"If you wish to break the spell on Apollo, your only option is to marry him. Or do I need to remind you how desperate a broken heart makes you? How it hurts so much that it compelled you to make a deal with a devil like me? Do you really want to call off your wedding and leave Apollo like that forever in love with someone who will never feel the same way? It wasn't that long ago that I saw you in my church, willing to promise me almost anything to make the pain stop. Was that a lie? Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist,making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you untill there's nothing left of you to be destroyed."
~Once upon a broken heart
He felt like a fire that consumed instead of warmed. And yet there must have been a part of her that wanted to be scorched, or at least singed.
She really tried, not to look at him again.
But she was like the tide drawn by the tremendous force of the moon. It was not wonder waves were always crashing; they must have hated the pull as much as she did.
- Evengeline Fox
I don't forget kindness.
Hope is a difficult thing to kill. Just a spark of it can start a fire.
Fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the Fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between good and evil.
~ Once Upon a Broken Heart
This close, he was undeniably attractive, and taller than she'd realized. He gave her a real smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly made him look more angel than devil. But she imagined even angels would need to beware of him. She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.
"It's you," she whispered. "You're the Prince of Hearts."
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All stories are made of both truths and lies. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
~Once upon a broken heart
"I love you."
He closed his eyes for a split second at those words, the lightness in his chest moving, rolling, until it was weighing him so heavy he couldn't breathe.
He wasn't a believer, but she was his miracle.
He didn't know if what happened inside him where she was concerned was love. It felt wrong to say that. Love was light, love was beautiful, love was pure. What he felt was dark, obsessive, deviant, and utterly possessive. He would kill for her, as he always had, and would die for her.if need be. He would slay her demons and give her the sword to slay them if she wanted. He would hold her close and protect her from anything wanting to tarnish her being.
He wondered if there would ever be an end to this obsession, to this deep, dark need that breathed inside him with her heartbeats. For six years, it had only grown bigger, until it had consumed every single part of him, and he wondered if there was more of him left to consume. It was a marvel, how this tiny girl who had never been on anyone's radar had found herself embraced in the arms of death.
A girl who had crashed into his life, a light glow in the dark, thrusting life into his cold, dead heart.
Now a woman who had beaten odds, every single day, and come out rising on the other side, with so much life inside her he wondered how a single being could contain it. It had been that life that had hooked him, the vitality that fed into his void, the absolute to his abyss.
He had stayed with her when she'd been broken and given her all the tools she needed to gather the pieces. He had glued the pieces together and kissed her scars, making her belong in a way her heart had hungered for so deeply.
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~The Annihilator
The fire, once terrifying, was now her lover, and it was this fire that had purified her, reset her, rekindled her.
-Luna Caine
Cruelty always cut the hand striking the blade.
She had changed since then, evolved, grown. Like a tree that had been cut and ravaged and pulled until nothing remained for the eye to see. He hadn't seen the ripped roots, the bleeding stump, the utter destruction. No, he had seen life. He had taken the single root, put it in a controlled, safe environment, and fed sunlight and water and affection in his own way until a new shoot had emerged, new roots had planted, new flowers had bloomed.
"You're the oxygen that feed mh flames- without you, my existence is questionable."
- Dain Blackthorne
She'd confessed to him how insecure she felt. The next morning, he had taken her to the closet, and stood behind her. Brining up his hands, he had told her to close her eyes. She had, and immediately something cold, metallic had touched the skin around her neck. She had opened her eyes to see a gold, thin choker around her neck, the metal warming to her body temperature.
"Just like your hair tie, When you feel that insecurity, touch this, remind yourself who claimed you, remind yourself of the last six years and how I never let you go once, and ask yourself if you ever think I'd let you go now. The world could tilt on it's axis, flamma, and I'd still be the most certain thing in your life."
They were perfect she and him- her soul full of emotion and light and his of void and dark. And somehow, even with this void and his dark, she didn't lose her innate ability to emote, to shine, to warm. She felt like the fire he had needed in the midst of winter on the streets, when he'd been freezing and there had been nothing to warm him. That's what his life had been like endless winter with no warmth in sight, and somehow he had accepted the frost into himself. And she, that night he had been about to deliver a death, had instead delivered life in his hands trusting him with her most precious possession.
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