#prince cardan
THE FOLK OF THE AIR -> Jude + Cardan
I flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would make but a thin gruel beside the feast of your other, greater desires. And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. It was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.
》 The Folk of the air ; Holly Black
“A king is not his crown.”
Author: *writes* Pronounced jawline and cheekbones softened by a mess of curls. His blue blue eyes contrasting sharply with the black of his hair.
Me: Oh, I love him
Author: No, listen. He’s a villa-
Me: *dreamy* Black hair and blue eyes. He’s a keeper
“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
Oh to have him actually in my bed– who said that?