Litost (Harry Styles)

Litost (Harry Styles)

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Harry Styles
litost (n.) regret and remorse and repentance; a state of agony and torment; or sorrow said to be "created by the sight of one's own misery. ""Chaos is an angel that fell in love with a demon." He smirked, the words rolling off his tongue perfectly; almost too perfectly, like he'd rehearsed this very line millions of time. His green eyes a mischievous glint, beckoning me to adore him." Cambria Taylor is just a normal fifteen year old girl with a mind to big for her skull and a heart too big for her chest - that is, until she meets him. © slightlyyinsane 2015
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Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they're both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war. Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He's seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he's watched empires crumble into dust. He's seen wildfire consume cities, he's seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He's met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces. None of that stopped Louis in his tracks. But Harry did.

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