no thoughts head empty just six of crows perfecting the "oh" moment for several romance tropes perfectly
kaz and inej's tentative allies to friends to best friends to lovers and the kind of love that sneaks up on you and entrances you in a way you can't comprehend until it's too late and you've completely fallen, the kind of love that reminds broken people that there's good in the world. the sun was out for once, and inej had turned her face to it. her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. the harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.
jesper and wylan's strangers to friends to miscommunication to lovers, the sheer mutual pining and the want to be enough for each other, the slight banter and murderous belonging and the domestic ending, the want to have a family and be loved and have others feel proud about you, the shock of home. this was the kiss heâd been waiting for. it was a gunshot. it was prairie fire. it was the spin of makkerâs wheel. jesper felt the pounding of his heartâor was it wylanâs?âlike a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, oh.
nina and matthias's enemies to allies to friends to enemies to lovers, starting from ground zero as broken child soldiers and finding the good in each other, the acceptance of someone who sees your faults and wants you and not what you stand for, something you do not want to lose and accepting your own feelings. meeting you was a disaster. but i am grateful every day for that disaster. i needed a cataclysm to shake me from the life i knew. you were an earthquake, a landslide. you arenât a flower, youâre every blossom in the wood blooming at once. you are a tidal wave. youâre a stampede. you are overwhelming.
listen it's fucking poetry, this is love.
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