I dream about those hands. Her fingers.
I dream about those lips. Her tongue.
Always (UNF) reblog.
“I need to know that this isn’t about you getting over Dyson.”
“No matter how miserable I was before you told me that I was fae, at least I had hope back then that I could live a normal human life one day if I wanted to.”
“Do you want a normal life? The picket fence and the kids?”
“I wanna know that it’s my choice to make, not theirs. Lou-Anne made her choice and look at what they did to her. If I just left that go, if I just let them get away with it, then what chance do I have at living a life of my own? And who would want to live it with me.”