“Rook has the same shirt,” Thatcher says when she gets close enough to hear him over the howling wind. “Must have good taste, then,” she snips, adjusting the leather jacket on her shoulders.

Silas does not make me feel cursed. He makes me feel loved.

I want to make him feel good. To make up for all the good he’s done for me. Every moment he’s caught me while I was crumbling, carefully guiding me back together. I want my body to be his comfort, like his voice is mine.

RT @jerlisichka: “I’m the spindle lover boys prick their fingers on. I leave them comatose with only the memory of my touch. I’m not the pr….

I meet Silas’s eyes, and my breath catches. His eyes don’t inspect me, measuring every imperfection, marking every blip. No, they admire me.

To Faye? I’m put together. I’m healed. But if she could have seen me just the other night, crumbled in the arms of a man I barely knew, fleeing the moment I’d been able to catch my breath, refused to even thank him for what he’d done?.She’d see me much differently.

I’m not the princess. I’m the rotten apple. The poison made to demolish happily ever afters.

Coraline has given me everything I never thought I would have. A family of my own and love without conditions. I'm in awe of her constantly, her strength and dedication to those in her life. And now she's carrying my child, our babies very first home. What a lucky kid.

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I’m not one to deny what I want; I never have been. I’m a straightforward person. If I want someone, I want them. They’ll know it, and I want Coraline.

“You’re in control of a monster, Hex. Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”.The scary part isn’t that he views himself as a monster. It’s that I believe him.

“I drink bourbon. And I don't eat meat.”.“Since when?”.“Since you told me you don't like the smell.”.

“Touch my wife again and the next scandal your daddy will have to cover up will be your murder.”.

But she’s worth it. Worth the pain, worth the fear, worth the grief if she goes before me. Worth her weight in gold, and I’d like to destroy anyone that made her feel like she wasn’t. Like loving her is a hard thing to do.

I am cursed. Inside of me lives a spell that crushes the hearts of men. My bones are built from a hex, dark magic that drives boys mad. This curse I live with makes love a lethal weapon.

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There is no answer to being the perfect parent, but when I look at my little girl, I know that she is happy, she is healthy, and loved. At the end of the day, that’s all I can really ask for.

One of my favorite things about him is how supportive he is of my art. Not just my work with Light and teaching, but my own art. He stays up with me for hours while I talk about concepts, giving me ideas, and always interested in the final product.

Some hands can simply exist and evoke emotion. Silas has hands like that. Which is the most unfortunate thing in the world for me, personally.