"I don’t care who you are. It doesn’t matter who you are. Ten years ago it might have, if I hadn’t been the girl in the window. But I am the girl in the window, only that you’re not the devil I want.”
"I’m no devil," Klaus breathed, listening to her like he would the spill of foreign music, of the pulling, compelling lull of the sitar, of a shah’s wife singing to him behind a paper screen. "If God ever existed, then know that I am he."
"You’re too wicked to be divine."
"I’m dying, I’ve no use for divinity."
"I'm okay. I'm not girly little Caroline anymore. I can handle myself."
“Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark,
I am forest.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours [ x ]
Chapter 7 is up!!!! Click on the picture to go to the chapter.
Cover by my main dude: Nfinneman
You once told me that calling me “Satan” was an insult to Satan. —Damon
She’s beautiful, she’s strong, she’s full of life
I’m saying your name on
the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal
covered with frost, your name like a music that’s
been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud,
a lungful of glass, the sails
in wind and the slap of waves on the hull
of a boat that’s sinking to the sound of mermaids
singing songs of love, and the tug of a simple
profound sadness when it sounds so far away. ?
— Richard Siken, “Saying Your Name.” [x]