#damian

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena asks. "What do you mean?" I can feel the hear of a blush coloring on my cheeks. I can't ever seem to not show how I feel. It's becoming pretty annoying. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#damian #feelings #helena #love #shyness

He said, 'Damianos.' Before Damen could tell him to rise, he heard it again, echoed in another voice, and then another. It was passing over the gathered men in the courtyard, his name in tones of shock and of awe. The steward beside Nikandros was kneeling. And then four of the men in the front ranks. And then more, dozens of men, rank after rank of soldiers. And as Damen looked out, the army was dropping to its knees, until the courtyard was a sea of bowed heads, and silence replaced the murmur of voices, the words spoken over and over again. 'He lives. The King's son lives. Damianos.' ↗

— S.U. Pacat

#damianos #men

«I realize there are a lot of things I haven't shared with you.» «That's because you don't trust me, father.» «I didn't trust you, Damian, do you really think you'd be standing here--my life's most safeguarded secrets accessible?» «Sometimes I think your secrets have secrets» ↗

— Peter J. Tomasi

#bruce-wayne #damian-wayne #robin #life

I am obsessed with you, with possessing you and you fucking love it, it gets you off knowing that you have that over me, you have all the power. ↗

— Kitty Berry

#kitty-berry #stoned #love

Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine and I think my chest might explode, my heart is tap-dancing so quickly. He's going to kiss me. I've imagined this and now it's really happening, I am like a block of wood. I can't move. I can't breathe. I close my eyes as the lightest feather of a breath , then lips, brushing over my lips. His breath is sweet and the taste of coffee barely lingers in his mouth. I feel as though my whole body has turned to liquid, into a river of millions of droplets, rushing apart and then back together. "You have the softest lips," he whispers as he pulls back to look at me. "So do you," I murmur. Oh, was that a stupid thing to say? I turn my face into his jacket and breathe in his scent. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#damian #feelings #kiss #love #imagination

When the morning comes, let it go, this too shall pass. ↗

— Ok Go

#jr #music-lyrics #of-the-blue-colour-of-the-sky #ok-go #this-too-shall-pass