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‘Maybe I loved him. I wanted to spend every second of my time with him. But when I was with him. It was not enough either..’
He will be my chewing toy ~
He was so big that I wanted to wrap my maw around his bicep and gnaw. He looked chewy.
She was the female alpha, which meant she was better than the betas. If she wanted fucking friendship, she could have it with us. If she wanted more than friendship, then she could suck my dick, not his.
Why was it that whenever she looked at Nezha, she wanted to either kill him or kiss him? He made her either furious or deliriously happy. The one thing he did not make her feel was secure.
With him there was no neutrality, no in between. She loved him or she hated him, but she didn’t know how to do both.
She stretched her arms toward him. He pulled her in against him so hard that she stiffened on instinct. Then she relaxed, because Nezha was so warm, so solid, and hugging him was such a wonderful feeling that she just wanted to bury her face into his uniform and stand there for a very long time.
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you the best
She wanted to be alive and mortal and eternally temporary with him, and that was why she cried.
“I don’t want him to be gone.”
Who was Altan, really?
A scared boy from Speer who just wanted to go home, a broken boy who had learned that there was no home to return to, and a soldier who stayed alive just to spite everyone who thought he should be dead. A commander with no purpose, nothing to fight for, and nothing to care about except burning down the world.
When the announcer had fondled me, I’d fought the urge to throw her across the room with a roar. I’d wanted to be pressed against the princess, completely boxing her in among all three of us.
Fuck, we were the sluts throwing ourselves at her.
I knew it wasn't the movies I wanted, but the audiences. I wanted to be with the people around me in the darkness.
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She wanted to be alive and mortal and eternally temporary with him, and that was why she cried.
She never knew where she stood with him; never knew if she could trust him, and that was so damn frustrating because aside from Kitay he was the one person whom she wanted to tell everything.
Why was it that whenever she looked at Nezha, she wanted to either kill him or kiss him? He made her either furious or deliriously happy. The one thing he did not make her feel was secure.