Scythe And Sparrow Quotes

It's okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.

For those of you who read B&B and L&L and said, “Hell, I’ve already endured the ice cream and pizza, I might as well keep going” … you truly are my people. This one’s for you!

It wasn’t really by choice. But I’d take a raccoon to the face for you any day, Rose Evans.

I'm so conflicted. I want to fuck you so badly but I also fear for my life. It's like wet dream nightmare fuel.

I need a hug. Even dumpster goblins need love.

I finally realize I don’t care about the illusion of light anymore. My Rose blooms in the dark. And all I want is to grow there with her.

So I will love you enough for the both of us.

I'm knee-deep in my peak "Hallmark Sad Man Cinderwhatever" era.

Memories take hold in the silence. Pain dulls with time, but can still linger, waiting to be polished so it can shine once more.

How the fuck did she get here and why the hell is this simultaneously grinding my gears and adorable and hot as fuck?

I don’t know what trials I’m about to face. But I do know one thing as I feel the weight of this last secret lift from my soul. The show can’t start until you jump.

A single, unwanted thought passes through my mind, that maybe he’s right. Scratching an itch can turn it into an open wound.

God, I could live in this moment of anticipation forever. This moment when desire burns so bright that it could incinerate every rule & condition, if we just added a splash more gasoline to the fire. In this moment, there is no aftermath, no coming back to our senses. The only way out is to give in. Fuck the consequences.

Don’t you fucking cry. I totally fucking cry.

Did you think I wouldn’t find you?

I live here.” “No. You don’t. You exist here.

If you hit someone in the back of the head hard enough, you can pop their eyeballs right out of their face.

I don’t just want part of her. I want all of her. I want to consume these boundaries between us until I finally feel whole.

Maybe you've got a little vicious streak hidden away in you, Dr. Kane...But you've got a kind streak too. And I like them both. Equally.

To be honest, I was relieved it wasn’t the raccoon again. Do you know how hard it is to get a codeine-addicted raccoon out of a ventilation system? Fucking hard.

She lives her life with a wide-open heart, like she loves every piece of herself and isn't afraid to show it. She embraces everything from her fucked-up chaos to her brilliant, bright light.

Desperation and relief, pleasure and need, hope and secrets. All the things I think we both still want to say but are afraid to put out into the world in case they are too fragile to thrive in the dark. But they're still there, blooming in the night.

I will always find you, Rose.

You look like a TV doctor. Dr. McSpicy or something. What are your credentials?

I've never been as awestruck by anyone, this woman who doesn't just live her life but blazes through it like a comet burning through space, setting fire to the sky.

I know what it’s like to hide, and I know what it’s like to be found. It can be exhilarating to be seen. And it can be terrifying to be exposed.

I can tell Sloane sees right through me. You are living a lie, she seems to say as her eyes stay fixed to mine. And if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.

It’s okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.

Aqua Tofana.

Hope can be beautiful. But it can also be brutal. It can keep your head above water just long enough to drown you in the next wave.

My Bernard could make you a wooden frame. It’ll have to be good and strong, don’t want something like that collapsing when you’re taking it for a ride, you know?

I might have been abandoned here, left in a cage. Maybe my wings have been clipped. But I can still fly.

When you showed up in Hartford, it was the single greatest event of my life. You crashed in and tore my reality apart. I had taped up the broken parts of my life and you showed me that those pieces couldn’t be sewn back together. They never fit in the first place. But you remade everything, Rose. I’ve admired you every single day I’ve known you. Your bravery. Your recklessness. Your huge, wild heart. Your willingness to embrace every part of yourself. You showed me how to care for the darkness, not to fear it or hide it away.

It's urgency and demand. It's an unleashing of desire that we've pushed beneath unraveling rules and conditions for far too long. I'm drowning I her, swept away in a current I couldn't escape if I wanted to. Her scent. Her taste. The more I take, the more I want. The more she gives, the more I need.

God, yes. But what if you couldn’t find me?” My strokes slow. I hold her gaze. The urge to kiss her steals my breath. It takes every last thread of my restraint not to do it, and it leaves nothing else behind. Maybe she won’t see that every barrier I try to keep up has crumbled, if only for a heartbeat, when I say, “I will always find you, Rose.

that it’s the discomfort of being in the presence of two people who have so obviously just realized they’re falling in love. But it’s not that. And I know it. It’s the tension that comes with wanting so much more than you’re willing to take.

If I want you to stop, just tell you, yeah yeah, rules, blah blah—” “If you don’t want me to stop, Rose,” he says with a dark smile and hooded eyes, “then you’ll keep your eyes on me.

Help? You want someone to help you?” Fionn shakes his head. “Do you really think I would ever, ever let you threaten her and walk away? Do you seriously think you could hurt her, and I would just let you live? You don’t deserve mercy. When have you ever given that to anyone else? So the only thing I’ll give to you is suffering.

My eyes dart to farther down the counter and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Fionn. He chuckles as he spots what I’m looking at: the cotton candy machine.

Welcome to the Langham, Mr. Kane. I have you checked in for four nights with a king bed.” Fionn blinks, his cheeks crimson. “I reserved a room with two queen beds,

A souvenir,” Leander says, and slides it into the interior pocket of his jacket as he gives me a wink.

And you can’t tell Miss Evans. You wouldn’t want to put Rose of all people in danger, would you? Especially not when I’ll be trying to look after her best interests. The Sparrow is not the easiest person to keep out of trouble, after all.

Maybe she sees the fold lines still pressed into the fabric from when I bought it just this morning. Maybe she realizes I bought it just for her, in the hopes she might agree to stay.

Rose is my pequeño gorrión. My little sparrow. One of my best performers.

day,

I wish he’d tell me a lullaby of memories.

It's ok to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.

When I shut my eyes, I can see her face, her lips parted, eyes hooded and locked on me. I can hear her moans. Her phantom touch is there on my back, caressing my shoulders. I grip my erection and imagine sinking into her tight pussy. Her desperate cries roll through my mind, swelling and falling in the same pace as I stroke my cock. Every detail is so clear. The feel of her flesh beneath my palms. The peak of her nipples. The blush in her skin. I can’t help myself. In my fantasy, I lean closer. Closer, and closer, and closer, until I slant my mouth over hers and dissolve into a kiss I’ve imagined more times than I can count. It’s this moment that throws me over the edge. This forbidden, broken rule that has my balls tightening and my cock pulsing and ropes of cum shooting across the tiles. It’s the kiss that has me unraveling, barely able to stand beneath the scalding water, one hand braced against the shower wall. I don’t just want part of her. I want all of her. I want to consume these boundaries between us until I finally feel whole.