Just read Ch 9 of And They Danced.
I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE. Why are you guys such good writers, stop making me Feel Things.
{“I’m- I’m not hearin’ a no,” Philza hesitantly presses.
She smiles and hooks Her ribboned finger around his own. “Is this good enough to count as a yes?”
“From you? Always.”
I love you until forever falls apart, they promised. And every forever that comes after.
(And they did.)}
My brain: "I will love you forever. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you." *quietly sobbing*












