I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.

We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.

Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.

I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

Esse quam videri," Celia says. "To be, rather than to seem.

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.