“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Klaus stepped into Y/N’s personal space, glaring at them like he was trying to set them on fire. “I do,” Y/N answered. “And I want you to stop treating your sister like some servant and start treating her like family.” requested by silverseamoons requests are open
Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.