A funeral march for the passing of gods - Shadow And Bone- Nikolai Lantsov/OC - Nina

Lecturas 1,037
Votos 39
Partes 17
Hora 3h 23m

Lecturas 1,037
Votos 39
Partes 17
Hora 3h 23m

„This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in."
    
    Commander, general, half-saint, the daughter of monsters, the daughter of men that hold immortality in one hand, greed in the other. Athena was a bender of all seas, a healer of all wounds, holding the symphony of life pulsing inside her ears. She was a Grisha that could never come close to her father's expectations, to his great demands. She was a girl that didn't care much for the worlds of soulmates, so outside of grasp, so magically unattainable. Wanting makes us weak, you should remember.
    
    What place was there for loving in time of war? What place was there for love that demanded so much, and gave so little?
    
    What place was there for two hands to hold onto each other, in all their callousness, with all their sharp edges?
    
    *taken from ao3Todos los derechos reservados

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„This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in."
    
    Commander, general, half-saint, the daughter of monsters, the daughter of men that hold immortality in one hand, greed in the other. Athena was a bender of all seas, a healer of all wounds, holding the symphony of life pulsing inside her ears. She was a Grisha that could never come close to her father's expectations, to his great demands. She was a girl that didn't care much for the worlds of soulmates, so outside of grasp, so magically unattainable. Wanting makes us weak, you should remember.
    
    What place was there for loving in time of war? What place was there for love that demanded so much, and gave so little?
    
    What place was there for two hands to hold onto each other, in all their callousness, with all their sharp edges?
    
    *taken from ao3

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