꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ ꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ ꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ ꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ ꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ "Gods are lonely company. I prefer the man who tends the ruins." "You speak of love as if it is not another kind of madness," he said. "Oh, it is," she admitted, leaning her forehead against his knuckles. "The most exquisite one" ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦