Aug 6, 2023
and as for family—well, blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.
VENGEFUL by v.e. schwab
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and as for family—well, blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.
VENGEFUL by v.e. schwab
He lifted his glass. “To never dying.” Eli lifted his. “To being remembered.” Their glasses clinked as Eli added, “Forever.”
I will ruin you. I will ruin. I will. I—
vicious – by v.e. schwab
( insp. )
BOOKS READ IN 2021 → Vengeful by V.E. Schwab
victor’s hand drifted up to the gun. he wrapped his fingers loosely around the barrel, not tight enough to stop the action if she pulled the trigger, just enough to keep the weapon steady. “is this what you want? killing me won’t bring her back either. will you feel safer if i’m dead? think hard, sydney. we all have to live with our choices."
plenty of humans were monstrous,
and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
@kazz asked sydney clarke or victor vale
humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to victor it was all just a matter of semantics. someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them.
Victor stared past the windows and listened to the sounds of Mitch composing the post. His fingers itched to black out lines, but Mitch was using the book, so he closed his eyes and tried to find quiet, peace. He didn’t picture sprawling fields or blue skies or water drops. He pictured squeezing the trigger three times, blood blossoming on Eli’s chest in the same pattern it had on his, pictured carving lines into Eli’s skin, watching them fade so he could do it over again, over and over and over. Are you afraid yet? he would ask when the floor was slick with Eli’s blood. Are you afraid?