Jul 20, 2014
If you're taking Prompts: “I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine" Ideally Enjolnine?
She is a liar and a thief and a beggar, the scum of the streets, and she doesn’t understand the way he looks at her, like she’s the sun and the moon and fire all at once. Like he wants to take more of her into him, like light through a window.
I’ll break you, she warned him. I’ll ruin you. I destroy everything I touch.
He brought her hands to his lips, kissing the palms and the backs and replies, Then I will mend us both.
