i've gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don't know i'd still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.
++ portion of her heart that was still tied to him. it was a dreadful thing that she wished she buried in those damn woods.
β β β ββ it was only a matter of time until we crossed paths again, though. we could never stay away from each other, could we? β β
β β it was now more than ever that one emotion sparked in her eyes: understanding. lucy gray was not naΓ―ve. as much as she wished the world was all the colorful display that the covey put on, she knew better. she was only six when that cold, hard truth was given to ++
his lips parted only slightly, as though to speak, but then he considered her words, weighing each syllable. she had always been a puzzle to himβunpredictable, frustrating, captivating. she still was.
her rejection of his touch stung, but he didnβt let it show. he never did. ++
++ hummed in slight dissatisfaction.
β β β ββ itβs just for him. nothing more, nothing less. β β
β β lucy gray was a provider. if anyone knew how much she cared for her family, it would be coriolanus. yet, a certain part of her could not deny the small ++