The daughter of Dionysus carries a burden born out of prophecy and tragedy, painted in blood and tears. A heart beating in melancholic. A son of poseidon, death set on breaking through walls, was ready to catch her crown the moment it falls and to set it back on her head like a lovers touch of ruins. ❝𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲?❞ Taylor Swift - The Prophecy Tlt-tlo Book 1 of "the crown" series

"How could you hate when I'm Just Like You?" "No, no, you're not. You're better." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Hull is what some would call a 'mentalist', some say 'psychic', but she'll deny that saying "theres no such thing". She's right, there isn't, but there are mentalists like her. People who can read others like it's an open book and the pages are in bold writing. Alice has always had this 'gift' but she refined it, expanded upon it when she heard of a man just like her. Obviously more renowned than her, better than her. His name was Patrick Jane, a con man marketing himself as a 'psychic' to make money. But Alice saw through every lie and studied every trick he had. He was an inspiration to her honestly. Especially because she works as a consultant for a town in her home town in Maryland. After she moves to California she meets Patrick Jane in a new unit she works for. Why do they hate each other? What makes them so different? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is also on Ao3, if that's more your speed!