Isn’t It Obvious, Sage? No, Of Course

Naptime,ʺ Said Christian, Leading Her Toward The Bed. ʺi Still Need A Shower.ʺ ʺsleep First. Shower Later.ʺ He Pulled Back The Covers. ʺiʹll Sleep With You.ʺ ʺsleep Or Sleep?ʺ She Asked Dryly, Sliding Gratefully Into Bed. ʺreal Sleep. You Need It.ʺ He Crawled In Beside Her, Spooning Against Her And Resting His Face On Her Shoulder. ʺof Course, Afterward, If You Want To Conduct Any Official Council Business...ʺ ʺi Swear, If You Say ‘little Dragomirs,ʹ You Can Sleep In The Hall.

I Used To Think You Were Weak And Just Didn't Fight Back ... But Now, Honestly, I Think You're Actually Pretty Tough. It Takes A Hell Of A Lot Of Strength To Not Complain And Lash Out.

A Different Word Usually Came To My Mind When I Thought Of Yeva, Though It Did Sound A Lot Like “witch.

This Is Insane," I Said Blankly. "i'm The Instrument Of An All-powerful Primordial Deity's Wave Of Chaos And Destruction." "that's Kind Of Extreme" Said Dante Jovially. "it's Not Like You Work For Google Or Anything.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?