Dante had never known softness and strength could coexist together in such balance before her. Despite being through everything she'd been through, walking through hell and fighting the demons in her mind. She still had a love for life that unmanned him. The most generous of hearts, the most steely of spines, Amara was a woman of beauty, a warrior of blood, a queen of scars.
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But something was wrong. His eyes were too dark, too heavy. She'd spent enough time learning the browns in them-how the sunlight hit every fleck, turning them to burnished gold, how night made them black holes, sucking everything they saw into themselves. She knew his eyes like the scars on her wrists. Every little bit memorized, imprinted on her heart.
There wasn't much difference between true evil and true love. They snuck up on the vulnerable, gripped them by the throat, and left a realm of ruin behind.
-The Emperor
"Let go Amara, Let go of everything inside your head," the continued speaking Guiding her forward, then back. "Feel.Just close your eyes and feel The music. This moment. Me."
Amara felt her eyes flutter close, her heart racing, "What if get hurt?" she whispered into his jacket
He pulled back so she could see him, his eyes solemn, soft. sincere on hers.
"Then I'll kiss your scars."
🖤
"You're the beat to my heart, Amara," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, and something that had been wilted inside Amara unfurled, opening, soaking, blooming in the emotion she could see in his eyes.
She was the beat to his heart and he was the beat to hers, both of them pulsing together.
Maybe they were both the same beats.
Maybe, theirs was the same heart.
🖤
Amara wasn't sunlight of clear skies; she was the sun hiding behind dark clouds, muted but powerful enough to still light the world.
She is strong like water is strong - it doesn't appear that way because it's adaptable, but it can seep into the smallest of cracks and break open the largest of rocks over time.
-Amara
"You're not going to walk through life, Amara," he uttered roughly each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. "You'll dance through it. And I'll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you."
~Dante Maroni 🖤
Though he was washing the blood off his skin, it had already seeped into his pores, mixing with his veins, a scar on his heart every time it beat.
"Your heart will always know your truth."
~ The Emperor
"In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost."
~Dante Alighieri, Inferno.
And he followed like the besotted moth he was, ready and willing to burn in the pits of hell as long as she looked at him like that.
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She was his gift for a fucked up life, this woman of fire that warmed his chilled, lonely bones.
~ The Reaper
Don't hate me again."
His hand flexed on her throat "Do you know why I enjoy holding you like this?
She shook her head.
"I can feel your life under my hand," he stated, his eyes burning on hers, his fingers locking her life to him.
"Your body, your life, your heart- they're all mine now. Trust me keep all of them safe"
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"Your sister was with me. She should have been here. The real Morana was supposed to be here I wasn't. I don't even know who I am."
A hand fisted in her wet hair and pulled her head back firmly, another wrapping around her throat, demanding hor attention.
Morana closed her eyes
"Look at me." he ordered, squeezing her neck once.
She didn't want to. She was scared of looking at him didn't he know that.
The grip on her neck tightened, and she opened her eyes, staring at his throat.
"Eyes," the demand found its way through the fog.
Slowly, heart thundering in her chest, Morana looked at him.
And found those beautiful, magnificent blue eyes looking at her with anything but hate.
"You are exactly where you were supposed to be."
His bruised body had never been shown affection, his bruised soul had never been told it was beautiful.
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"Love cannot be explained it can only be experienced."
لوگ کہتے ہیں ہم اپنے فونز کے عادی ہو گئے ہیں مگر اب مجھے لگتا ہے چے تالیہ ہم ان لوگوں کے عادی ہو جاتے ہیں جو ہم سے فون کے ذریعے جڑے ہوتے ہیں۔
~ حالم
Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight
It's so dumb and irritating how Insta keeps trying to make us believe that getting countless flowers is the real expression of "Love and Effort"
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