svnshinestars

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IF I SUFFER, YOU SUFFER WITH ME.
          	
          	
          	
          	He took a step forward without thinking—without meaning to—just an inch, just enough to reach her, to fix this, to make her believe he wasn’t a fucking monster—
          	
          	But she stepped back.
          	
          	Fast.
          	
          	Like it was a reflex.
          	
          	Like she hadn’t even thought about it.
          	
          	Like getting away from him was instinct.
          	
          	And it shattered something in him so completely, he thought he might die right there.
          	
          	Because that was it.
          	
          	That was it.
          	
          	It didn’t matter what he said.
          	
          	Didn’t matter if he dropped his weapons, if he fell to his knees, if he ripped himself open and showed her his heart.
          	
          	She had already seen what was inside.
          	
          	And she wasn’t sure if she could love it.

emmigodd

@svnshinestars STOP NOW PLEASE I BEG
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emmigodd

@svnshinestars WAIT NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
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svnshinestars

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IF I SUFFER, YOU SUFFER WITH ME.
          
          
          
          He took a step forward without thinking—without meaning to—just an inch, just enough to reach her, to fix this, to make her believe he wasn’t a fucking monster—
          
          But she stepped back.
          
          Fast.
          
          Like it was a reflex.
          
          Like she hadn’t even thought about it.
          
          Like getting away from him was instinct.
          
          And it shattered something in him so completely, he thought he might die right there.
          
          Because that was it.
          
          That was it.
          
          It didn’t matter what he said.
          
          Didn’t matter if he dropped his weapons, if he fell to his knees, if he ripped himself open and showed her his heart.
          
          She had already seen what was inside.
          
          And she wasn’t sure if she could love it.

emmigodd

@svnshinestars STOP NOW PLEASE I BEG
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emmigodd

@svnshinestars WAIT NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
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svnshinestars

His eyes were wrong.
          
          Not green, not anymore. They were deeper, darker, as if the void of Tartarus had taken root inside them. They flickered with something raw, something ancient, something not him.
          
          The same way the monsters looked at her before they attacked.
          
          A cold shiver ran down her spine.
          
          For the first time in her life, Isabelle was afraid of Percy Jackson.
          
          She forced herself to hold her ground, even as her instincts screamed at her to run. This was Percy. Her Percy. The boy who kissed her under the stars, who laughed too loudly, who looked at her like she was something important.
          
          But he wasn’t looking at her like that now.
          
          He was looking at her like prey.
          
          
          
          — BOOK 2 OF WONDERWALL SNEAK PEAK !!

svnshinestars

YES I LOVE DARK PERCY
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svnshinestars

“And for the first time, Isabelle was scared of Percy Jackson.” 
          
          WHY AM I EVEN WRITING THIS

bibtriza

I'm going to be traumatized for life because of you. 
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svnshinestars

@bibtriza free will is so good ❤️
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svnshinestars

YAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL ALMOST 300 READS IN RELIC THATS CRAZY, ONLY YESTERDAY I HIT 200

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svnshinestars

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FUCK BRO YOU ATE
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