#adrian

Some would say it is madness to want a woman this way, but I think it must be love. Not the tepid, fickle love of which the poets sing—the love that forms or fades with kindness or cruelty. No, this love is something more divine—like the love of a god, both vengeful and benign. It is as constant as the sea. And as beautiful. As dangerous. As mysterious. She is the only woman to ever refuse me. And yet, I want… ↗

— Bettie Sharpe

#prince-charming #beauty

You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #dating

So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#page- #family

I certainly hadn't expected to walk away from today's trip with joint custody of a miniature dragon. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny #sydney-sage #funny

What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny #hilarious #indigo-spell #romance #sydney-sage

The first time Adrian saw me was on tape. But you should know that this never works - never in the history of movies has someone been cast from a video. ↗

— Olivier Martinez

#been #cast #first #first time #history

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.” “Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon.” “So it is,” said Adrian, straight-faced. “My mistake. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#mistakes

All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I’d just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I’d also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #sydney-sage #sydrian #love

Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #metaphor

Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian. Kissing him was as mind-blowing as ever, full of that same passion and need I had never believed I’d feel. But today, there was even more to it. I no longer had any doubt about whether this was wrong or right. It was a culmination of a long journey . . . or maybe the beginning of one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I’d just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I’d also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. I don’t know how long we stood there kissing. Like I said, the world around me was gone. Time had stopped. I was awash in the feel of Adrian’s body against mine, in his scent, and in the taste of his lips. That was all that mattered right now. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#couple #cute #happiness #kissing #otp