A man killing himself in the pursuit of his dreams is no different in a moth flying into a flame.
Katherine PineIf you think your desires are selfish or cruel, hate yourself. If you think the world unjust, then hate your god.
Katherine PineTags: beloved-purgatory forneus katherine-pine
Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.
Katherine PineTags: love cute crush juvenile young-adult-love
I kinda looked like a wanna-be Goth chick, or an unfortunate Persian girl in a Gothic romance who was wasting away from Tuberculosis. But that was alright. Oz had mentioned he wasn't human. He was probably into that sort of thing.
Katherine PineI actually huffed. "Do not make me result to underhanded measures."
It was the wrong thing to say. He gave me a devastating smile. "Oh, I definitely wouldn't mind.
Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance.
Katherine PineHe just stared at me.
"Stop looking at me like that," I begged.
Immediately he changed the angle at which he looked at me.
I wanted to scream at him.
The four of us were together at last--me, the angel, the devil, and my demon. I felt like the moment should have seemed more momentous, or at least more pleasant, like we should have made jokes as we meandered down to the beach, collected driftwood for a fire, and leisurely toasted marshmallows. Instead, I was struggling to keep my eyes open, the angel was looking at the ground, Oz was glaring at the trunk, and for some reason I just knew that Forneus, locked down and wrapped in a sheet, was glaring right back.
Katherine PineHe grinned. "You're easy, I like that."
I didn't really have a response. I guess I was easy.
How old are you?"
"Not too old, in this incarnation anyway." He smiled again. "I recently inherited it.
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