Rhea: You are a strange kind of beautiful. The type of magic that foolish men run away from, and run back when it's too late. You are my home, my best friend, and you make me forget that the world is on fire, at least for a moment. I will be your solid ground, your little ray of sunshine in this black hole of an existence, if that is what you wish of me.
Ross: Good friend and fellow smol.
Farren: Fast becoming a good friend, a bad influence and a hell of a lot of fun.
Eztli: Isn't it amazing how beautiful things find us, climb into our laps without warning, intimidate the worst parts of our day, turn them into the best, and only ask that we notice them? Love is clumsy, so they say. I'm trying desperately to sever myself from you, just to avoid thrusting more stress and heartache onto you after all that I have caused you already. Consistently seeing you in the distance in the forest, however, is making this task near impossible. Loving you was the last thing I felt I was really good at.
