“I am going to marry you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me first?” she inquired.
“I thought that would be redundant.”
“So you just assumed I would say yes.”
Well how the hell was she supposed to argue with that, especially with him grinning down at her like that, and a happy sparkle in his vivid eyes? “You’re arrogant.”
“Hmm.” He shrugged as his hands stroked over her back. “And you love it.”
“This will never happen again.
I hope not. If he comes back from a beheading I think that we can just give him his crown, throw him a party, and admit defeat.”
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.
“Never,” he groaned against her ear. “No matter what happens I will always be with you Arianna. Always.”
“She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling and mischievous and her mouth slightly swollen from his kiss. He wasn't entirely certain if forever would be enough for him. He knew that no matter what, this woman, once his blood slave, then his greatest downfall, and finally his salvation would never fail to amaze him, never fail to bring joy and love to his life, and would him captive for eternity.”
“This.” He seized hold of her hand and pressed it over his still heart. “There are times I can almost feel this actually beating for you. You have owned it since the moment I saw you. It may have taken me a while to come to that realization, but it’s true, and there is nothing, nothing that is going to change that. Not blood and not sex. You were made for me Aria.”
“I will always come for you.”
“He knew that no matter what, this woman, once his blood slave, then his greatest downfall, and finally his salvation would never fail to amaze him, never fail to bring joy and love to his live, and would hold him captive for eternity.”
“They wouldn’t have broken me. I’m not breakable, I may be shaken right now, but I’m not broken.”
“I will love you until the end of days Aria; never doubt that for a moment. “
“I couldn’t possibly.”
“At the heart of it, at the very center of everything they had accomplished was the two of them, and this simple miraculous gift they’d been given, his love for her, and hers for him. It had driven them both to do things they’d never imagined they could do, and in the end they’d won. He didn’t know what their future held, but he knew that no matter what, this gift had been worth every nightmare it had brought to them, and every nightmare it may continue to bring.”
“The worst part, he realized as he destroyed first one vampire, and then another, was that he didn’t care. He welcomed it, embraced it, and relished in the death around him as it briefly calmed his tormented spirit.”
“If he comes back from a beheading I think we can just give him his crown, throw him a party, and admit defeat.”
“It is not I who mix the colors but your own vision,' he answered. 'I only place them next to one another on the wall in their natural state; it is the observer who mixes the colors in his own eye, like porridge. Therein lies the secret. The better the porridge, the better the painting, but you cannot make good porridge from bad buckwheat. Therefore, faith in seeing, listening, and reading is more important than faith in painting, singing, or writing.”
“There was somewhere, if you knew where to find it, some place where money could be made like drawing water from a well, some Big Rock Candy Mountain where life was effortless and rich and unrestricted and full of adventure and action, where something could be had for nothing.”
“These witnesses were not necessarily lying. They were not making it up. But then neither was Neil Tyson when he talked about Bush’s stars speech. When the witnesses said they remembered seeing the suspect at the scene of the crime, they were telling the truth. They did remember seeing him there, but they didn’t actually see him there. These are two quite different things.”
“Maybe, but she knows too much and she's clever too. She's just a girl now, but one day she'll be a woman and a clever woman's dangerous.”
“No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.”
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