Lydia, look at me. Don’t listen. Okay, don’t listen to it.
"That’s the problem.You don’t care about getting hurt.But you know how I’ll feel?I’ll be devastated."
THAT’S RIGHT!!! JUST TRY TO TELL ME SHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT STILES I DARE YOU *calms down slightly*
“This is the truth of him, I thought as I squinted in the dazzling light. Like calls to like. This was his soul made flesh, the truth of him laid bare in the blazing sun, shorn of mystery and shadow. This was the truth behind the handsome face and the miraculous powers, the truth that was the dead and empty space between the stars, a wasteland peopled by frightened monsters.”
“Why waste my anger on you when the fault is mine? I should have anticipated another betrayal from you, one more mad grasp at some kind of childish ideal. But I seem to be a victim of my own wishes where you are concerned.” His expression hardened. “What have you come here for, Alina?”
I answered him honestly. “I wanted to see you.”
I caught the briefest glimpse of surprise before his face shuttered again. “There are two thrones on that dais. You could see me any time you liked.” (ruin and rising, leigh bardugo)