𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. his wounds are jagged like broken glass and she kisses them, and only when she rises does he see that there is blood on his hand and blood in her mouth. he is made of war and she is made of love. but what makes war if not love ? 𝙸𝙵 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙰𝚁, 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙴 ? / independent blogs for caroline forbes and bellamy blake, as loved by caroline and ida ©












