Mar 16, 2019
maven & elara // red queen series
somehow, he trembles worse than i do. he steps back, letting me go, and his fingers scratch at one another. i’m shocked because I recognize the action. i do it too. when the pain in my head is so horrible i need another kind to draw me away. he stops when he notices me staring, clasping both hands to his sides as tightly as he can.
“she broke a lot of my habits,” he admits. “never broke that one. some things always come back.” “she.” elara. i see her handiwork right in front of me.