𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖: You once told me that the greatest gift you ever gave me was your sight.

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑: Yes.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖: W-Would you be... willing to give that to me again?

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑: I would much perfer... (The King gasps.) To hear the world described in the way you see it. It's a gold, drab place, but you've always tended to make it sound brighter.

• — Malevolent part 58

⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆

❝I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

“Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.❞

• — Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles