Love Is Mortal

Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized the value of distance, of not losing one's self completely to love.

How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another.

You owe me." "What do I owe you? All the things I gave you. How I took care of you. Money, information...pleasure. I denied you nothing. If I could give it to you, I did." "You gave me things that cost you nothing. It certainly didn't seem to be a hardship to fuck me.

I'm so..." Heartsick. You took my insides and left me a little broken.

You keep seeking to redeem me. You keep looking and hoping. Painting me in emotions I do not have, nor can have.

Because I feel as if I've known you my entire life. I feel as if there are unfinished things between us.

Cer sighed. “The bravado of you, Lucaius,” he said, like a father disappointed in his son. “This time will be different because you are in my land, at my mercy, and stripped of all defenses.” “You will make me blush.

In regard to leaving, your options are limited. Dismemberment is one, but I have a hard time imagining you hacking Cerdewellyn into pieces, even if you had the strength. Bone is…difficult.” She ran her hands through her hair, feeling nervous. Yeah, that’s what’s keeping me from dismembering him, pulling a muscle as I cut through bone.