Warning: This was made right after Taylor swift owned her masters and this is only my opinion that each song represents every couple for KOTNB (Including Jon and Harley since they deserve more attention)
Melissa and Harry-I’m Only Me When I’m With You
Crystal and Logan-Love Story
Laurie and JC-Enchanted
Harley and Jon-Stay Stay Stay
Delilah and Donnie-How You Get The Girl
Jenna-Rosè and AJ-Call It What You Want
Reasons why these songs represent each couple?
Harlissa: I’m only me when I’m with you from debut is definitely their song because when Melissa was going through a rough time Harry would always tell her that he’s only him when he’s with her in which they have always stayed with eachother throughout the years
Lystal: Love story was their very first song they listened to as a couple and was their proposal song(thanks to Kendall) but this song is very special to them because Ever since he met the intergalactic girl that walked into his life was their Love Story
LaurC: Enchanted is their song because JC was enchanted to meet Laurie after everything she been through and he’s glad to be Sparkling with her in the night
Jarley: Stay Stay Stay is their song because every time I listen to Stay Stay Stay I always think about Jon and Harley and their craziness such as carrying groceries while Harley is making Jon laugh with cheeriness (and only cause phineas puts on the football helmet for their “arguments” even tho they are just being silly)
Donlilah: How You Get The Girl is all about them because Delilah was 6 months free from her divorce and Donnie was too afraid to tell her what he want and he did in which that’s How it works, That’s How Donnie got Delilah only by proposing during breakfast after she moved in with him to help him with Michael and Sunset’s kids
AlexRosè: Call It What You Want is their song because fun fact! Jenna-Rosè wears AJ’s initial on a chain around her neck (a necklace) that he gave her since they met and how they always care about eachother while she was still healing from a divorce or when he was recovering but they know that they got eachother no matter what
I hope you guys enjoyed the post I did! Please like, comment and repost it would be Very appreciated and KOTNB S4 Ep15 will Premiere August 3rd! And maybe someone with a familiar name will make their appearance
With his heart beating in his throat like a bird trapped in a box too small for its wingspread, Donovan bit on the inside of his cheek and reminded himself to breathe. His shaky hands threatened to tear the frail pages. The paper was too worn by time to cut skin but a touch too rough could at the very least crease it.
There was no use in telling himself to not get his hopes up. His chest was already bursting with excitement. Any attempt to contain it, to hold it under control, would be a kick in a hornet’s nest. The wild hope would override all reason and spill over, slashing at the book like a dagger.
Careful. One hand palm down on the cool surface of the table. The other retreating for a moment from the book as Donovan drew in a breath, then on an exhale catching a corner with steady fingers and turning the page. The red glow of the wolf’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a wall of dark grey print.
“Is this a—“ His voice caught in his throat. The word was unmistakable. It lay on the page in its faded dust-coated print, utterly unperturbed by the excited tremor vibrating in his chest and flooding his arms down to the fingers still resting upon the page. How to kill a Lykos, it whispered to him in a cool inky voice that flowed like the river.
“I’m… not sure what I found,” he breathed at last. “Is this… I mean, it really looks like what we’ve been looking for all along. Huh.”
He’d been collecting threads of stories, thin and breakable, only to lay them next to one another hoping for an image to emerge, all the time getting nothing but indistinct shapes that could be interpreted any way. And here it was, no disguise, clear as the water in Sylva. How fitting it would be a book and not a human to speak to Donovan in such direct, honest terms. People were unreliable, their intentions clouded their words. That had been true in Cambridge and it was just as true in Kungur.
Pouring over the book he did not even dare to chance a look at Delilah lest the words vanished the second he took his eyes off of them. He scanned the page, once, twice, his gaze flying up and down over a blur of instructions until a phrase stood out and his gaze was stilled like a gear in a clockwork stopped dead by a tiny, fateful grain of sand.
“A lykos body is not deserving of the same respect a human one is,” the text read. “Do not be afraid to treat it as you would an unholy demon, for that is all the lykos are. Once you award it with basic human dignities you have been played for a fool in a game where foolishness brings about only death and destruction. Do not hesitate to dissect the body once it lies seemingly dead in front of you, for it is the only way you can be sure it shall not rise again to bury its fangs in your throat. One must never underestimate the lykos for they are the masters of lies and illusions and as such will play dead, yet not stay dead. I have always favoured beheading myself but the esteemed reader is free to let his imagination run wild and choose his preferred method of severing the lykos’ vital organs from one another.”
Something buzzed in Donovan’s head. A high-pitched, deafening buzz like that of a mosquito that would not stop even as he shook his head trying to dislodge the source of the noise. Dragging a deep breath into his lungs he tore his eyes from the book and looked around. There was no one nearby, perhaps no one in the entire library save for them and the librarian. Silence rolled through the rows of bookshelves soft and dense as cotton.
“How did this get here?” he turned to Delilah, voice tense. “I certainly did not bring it here. I was in the history and geography sections, I would have remembered if...” He trailed off, feeling the tremor in his body sneak into his voice. Stop. Wait. Think.
Was it possible it was him who had found the thin book tucked between geographic tomes where a careless reader had disposed of it? No, Donovan had been meticulous in his book selection. Not one rested in his arms that he had not looked through first, that he had not been sure he had wanted to explore better. And he had no recollection of leafing through this one.
He pinned his eyes to Delilah, taking in the quivering line on her brow and an odd twist to her mouth. She was just as shaken by the discovery as he was, he realized with a surprise he perhaps ought not to have felt but which was there all the same.
“Who wrote this?” he closed the book to peer accusingly at the black cover. No title or author. He reopened it to inspect the first pages but all he found there were the words From a private journal of T.H.W. “Doesn’t tell us much,” he muttered more to himself than Delilah, turning the book over in his hands and searching for any further clues of the author’s identity, or year of publication, anything to speak of the book’s origins. And, oddly enough, there did not seem to be a library label on the book either.
Finally he handed over the book to the girl, and slowly pushed his chair out, standing up. Something had occurred to him while he’d been sitting there, but it was taking its time forming into a coherent thought.
“If you did not put it here someone must have. Someone was reading this before us and then left it here.”
It was an extraordinary find, one he had not expect in a million years, yet his blood chilled. Where there had been excitement minutes ago something freezing resided now.
I have always favoured beheading myself.
Closing and opening his fists as they rested against his sides, rubbing his palms with his fingertips anxiously, he stared off in the direction of the exit. “Delilah, do you think someone in Kungur could be killing people?”
When he looked to the sky, he did not envy the birds their freedom. Their wings could bring them to fantastic, distant places he would never see, but the cold open air around them was vast and deserted. Their legs never stayed anywhere long enough to memorize the texture of the place, their eyes never watched one thing long enough to fall in love with it, their wings could only brush the beauty of the world but never reach under the surface.
