“Devour me, devour me, Quentin thinks. Devour me. Swallow me whole. Let there be no part left of me when you’re through.” from @crossroadscastiel’s fic
He thinks of all the timelines where they didn’t end up together, but the thought of such a thing is too much to bear. But then he thinks, we created this, each timeline only possible because of the reward given for their love. And in that sense, their love has been the beginning and the end of all things. Their love has created itself, time and again. (x) @crossroadscastiel

















