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Warner leans his forehead against mine. “There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.

I tilt back, a question in my eyes.

“It’s the only way I know how to exist,” he says. “In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.”

I stare into his eyes for what feels like forever.

He leans into my ear. Lowers his voice. “Ignite, my love. Ignite.”


“I’ve fallen in love with you, but I’m consumed with revenge. I’m not a man who can be loved.”

“You think you took me captive. In fact, you’re my savior. I was like a bird in a golden cage. By freeing me, you’ve captured my heart.”

Sleeping Hook AU: Aurora as Sister Evelyn and Hook as the Red Bandit from The Fall

@sofialamb​ your post made me remember this fic i wrote like… a year ago? back when my url was still subjectsigmas. i think you prompted it, actually?

anyway, it hasn’t been posted on here yet, so

Sofia drums her pen against the table, sighs, jots down a note in a patient’s file. Rapture, for all its promise and splendor, makes its people no happier than they had been on the surface. If anything, those she meets are less happy, less stable. Special care must taken when people are removed from sunlight for so long, confined to close quarters, but there’s no profit to be had in it, and so Ryan will do nothing.

Her caseload has more than doubled in the past year alone; where working late into the night was once a rare occurrence, it’s now a daily habit. The work is manageable, but only if—

“Mummy?” pipes a child’s voice – high, frightened – and a small hand tugs urgently on Sofia’s skirt. Eleanor. Her results on standard intelligence tests surpass most adults, yet in her nightgown, with her face sheet-white with fear, she looks no different from any common child. (Sofia’s only daughter is anything but common.)

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