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A daughter is a mirror given to the world as gently as bad luck.
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godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed.
The Archer and The Airship » 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 « por kalopsiareads1
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⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. "I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back." "Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever." His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond. "I need you around, Ace." "Always." ------------------------------ *I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*
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She sat watching him intently, trying to find any change in his face. It is hard to see anyone who has become like your own body to you. - Willa Cather, from "Neighbour Rosicky," Collected Stories (Vintage, 1992)