Its Two Enemies That Are Both Idiots And They Eventually Become Lovers - Tumblr Posts

“It you’d prefer to stay here, then stay. I don’t coddle.” […] “I won’t comfort. Or tend to your wounds. Emotional or otherwise. I despise —”

“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, either. Especially if you’re such a good friend of my Emilia’s.”

“Have you and the human ever shared a bed?”

I rolled up onto my toes, trying to see over the heads of everyone. Wrath startled me by briefly placing a hand on my back so I wouldn’t wobble.

Wrath glanced down at me, his brows drawn together. “Are you all right?”

I stared up at him, speechless at the flash of concern he was too slow to hide. He’d genuinely been worried about me.

I sat up and a blanket that had been carefully placed over me fell away. I glanced at it, frowning. I was almost positive I’d fallen asleep on top of it.

He wasn’t always the most gracious or patient nursemaid. But he was never far, always prowling around near my borrowed room in the ruined palace. Sometimes, when I was in that foggy place between sleep and wakefulness, I saw him camped out in a chair beside my bed. His hair and clothing both rumpled. Once, I thought he held my hand.

A line of sand circled around the tub along with dozens of fragant orange blossoms and plumeria. My favorite flowers. […] As I slipped deeper into the water, I finally understood why he’d brought the flowers. They weren’t meant for the ritual. They were for me.

He subtly watched as I devoured another [cannoli], seeming pleased he’d done an acceptable job at remembering the sort of human food I loved.

Wrath had a serious obsession with providing clothing for me.