i hope someone has a secret crush on me. at least a little tiny one.like a baby sprout one…like a little drop maybe,a little syrupy drop of crushy crush baby love nectar
Kell tipped his head so that his copper hair tumbled out of his eyes, revealing not only the crisp blue of the left one but the solid black of the right. A black that ran edge to edge, filling white and iris both. There was nothing human about that eye. It was pure magic. The mark of the blood magician.
What am I? she’d asked Tieren. What am I? she’d wondered every night at sea, every day since she’d first found herself here in this city, in this world. … Whatever I am, she thought, pressing her hand to the wall, let it be enough.
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