If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression. Of something beautiful, but annihilating – Sylvia Plath (requested anonymously)
Tag: i love this
#BuffySlays20
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her throat, a lethal threat tight with something sentimental, something that urges and presses and can’t surrender. He presses his thumb harder in the soft flesh until breathing gets harder.
“You see what you do to me?”
He whispers, eyes on fire, bright and daring against the endless void. Everything is dark, his features almost invisible in the dim Prussian blue of the night. He leans down and she lies perfectly still, not even a muscle twitches. His lips are dry on her ear.“You bring out the beast in me.”
And before the crowd could begin murmuring, I felt it. Felt—him. The very rock beneath my feet seemed to tremble—a pulsing, steady beat. His footsteps. As if the mountain shuddered at each touch. Everyone in that room went still as death. As if petrified that their very breathing would draw the attention of the predator now strolling toward us. […] And then Rhysand appeared. He had released the damper on his power, on who he was. His power filled the throne room, the castle, the mountain. The world. It had no end and no beginning. No wings. No weapons. No sign of the warrior. Nothing but the elegant, cruel High Lord the world believed him to be. His hands were in his pockets, his black tunic seeming to gobble up the light. And on his head sat a crown of stars.
“If I am the phantom, it is because man’s hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
literature posters; the phantom of the opera by gaston leroux
i built city walls
around my heart
made of polished gold &
i am endearingly godly.try to break me
and i will bring
you to your knees
begging, wishingyou didn’t.
Farewell my fallen idol and false friend!
This is great!
Celaena found herself forced to admit that the Crown Prince of the DeHavilliard Empire was beyond handsome—he was beautiful. His dark hair made his stunningly blue eyes stand out, and his golden skin glowed from good health and grooming. From what she could tell, he had a slender, yet muscular build, which he seemed to take pains to display with his close-fitting silver and black vest and jacket, tight dark riding pants, and his swept-back shimmering cape.
“I expected more screaming from you. I must not be trying hard enough-”
“Don’t you dare.”
Feyre/Rhys belong to Sarah J Maas!
May can’t come soon enough. I know technically they’re dressed for dinner in this scene but you can’t tell me this is the only time he’s tried to freak her out while flying… :]
some Leroux!Erik
I adore this 🙂