( he wants to say it will exist for us. only — he knows he can't exist for him, and alina is sure it won't exist for her, so who between them really could be happy at the end of the day? they have great ambitions, and greater fates. their happiness is not anyone's priority when the weight of greatness sits on their shoulders — except paul would tear worlds down, enact brutal wars, sees the stars realign in the pattern of alina's waist if it would assure her happiness. pleasing alina is perhaps the greatest joy there is, regardless of how greatly the universe would suffer, if their gilded emperor decided one day to hang up his crown and become the sun saint's bed warmer instead. like mother like son.
he thinks he'd give it up. at least right now, in this moment, in this tiny corner of the world some tens of thousands of years in the past, talking to a girl who makes his heart beat like a harkonnen drum. everything else feels too large to handle, but with alina he is small, insignificant, and — yes, blissfully happy. )
If this place was the end, it would be happy one for me.
You're much more responsible that me. I didn't think about that. I guess there probably is a reason why we are who we are, though. Why the world has been waiting for us. We don't have to talk about it.
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he thinks he'd give it up. at least right now, in this moment, in this tiny corner of the world some tens of thousands of years in the past, talking to a girl who makes his heart beat like a harkonnen drum. everything else feels too large to handle, but with alina he is small, insignificant, and — yes, blissfully happy. )
If this place was the end, it would be happy one for me.
You're much more responsible that me. I didn't think about that.
I guess there probably is a reason why we are who we are, though. Why the world has been waiting for us.
We don't have to talk about it.
( ah. hm. well. )
Is this a bad time to tell you how hot you are