He pulled me against his chest, and his wings closed around us like a tomb. Like a womb. Like the beginning of something that had no name yet.
“To speak.” I stepped closer, my bare feet pressing into cold marble stained with divine blood. “And I’m telling you now—you don’t get to fall alone.”
“You left me my breath.”
“Good,” I answered, and pulled him closer. “So am I.” Because some falls aren’t endings. They’re the first step toward something the gods never anticipated: A monster loved. And a monster who loves back. When he takes -Fallen god 2- - Gabrielle Sands
“To scream.”
The moment the chains fell from my wrists, I knew he was lying.
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again. He pulled me against his chest, and his
Of me.
“I am still a monster,” he said against my pulse.
Valdís went utterly still.
But the texts never mentioned this—the way his hand trembled when I reached for it. The way his divine fire banked low, afraid to burn me. The way he said my mortal name like it was the only prayer left in his hollow chest.
I didn’t run.
He pulled me against his chest, and his wings closed around us like a tomb. Like a womb. Like the beginning of something that had no name yet.
“To speak.” I stepped closer, my bare feet pressing into cold marble stained with divine blood. “And I’m telling you now—you don’t get to fall alone.”
“You left me my breath.”
“Good,” I answered, and pulled him closer. “So am I.” Because some falls aren’t endings. They’re the first step toward something the gods never anticipated: A monster loved. And a monster who loves back.
“To scream.”
The moment the chains fell from my wrists, I knew he was lying.
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again.
Of me.
“I am still a monster,” he said against my pulse.
Valdís went utterly still.
But the texts never mentioned this—the way his hand trembled when I reached for it. The way his divine fire banked low, afraid to burn me. The way he said my mortal name like it was the only prayer left in his hollow chest.
I didn’t run.