i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?
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i did not realise. matthew has told me that is a poor thing to do. i apologise.
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nobody really apologizes to him ]
— I will try to understand your view of this better, as well.
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is being claimed akin to being cherished to you? For I cannot stand the idea that... even some part of me is not wholly mine.
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i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?