“You are shaking, girl,” he said, his voice rasping. “Do I frighten you so much?”
“Let me go, you’re scaring me.”
“Everything scares you. Look at me. Look at me.”
“He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. ‘And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf.’”
But if I kiss you, will your mouth read this truth
Darling, how I miss you, strawberry’s taste how lips do
And it’s not complete yet, mustn’t get our feet wet
Cause that leads to regret, diving into soon
But I’ll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird (x)
