@tfotadaily tournament three ✧ relationships
kissing locke never felt the way that kissing cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you’ve swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.
@tfotadaily tournament eight: favourite character ⟶ cardan
“Why am I the way I am?” His tone makes it clear he’s proposing something I might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. “There are no real answers, Jude. Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful to you? Because I could be. Because I liked it. Because, for a moment, when I was at my worst, I felt powerful, and most of the time, I felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.”
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
“What?” I can barely think.
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”– Holly Black, The Wicked King
favourite female characters (2/?) → JUDE DUARTE
You’re playing the great game of kings and princes, of queens and crowns, aren’t you?
Still, I cannot resist looking back. When I do, Cardan is taking the first step onto the new island. He looks every bit the ruler his father was, every bit the monster his brother wanted to become. Crow-black hair blown back from his face, scarlet cape swirling around him, eyes reflecting the flat gray emptiness of the sky.
– Holly Black, The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air #2)
@tfotadaily tournament eight: favourite character ⟶ cardan
“Why am I the way I am?” His tone makes it clear he’s proposing something I might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. “There are no real answers, Jude. Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful to you? Because I could be. Because I liked it. Because, for a moment, when I was at my worst, I felt powerful, and most of the time, I felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.”
Cardan steps close to me, his gaze devouring. I am not sure I can bear his cutting me down again. Luckily, he seems at a loss for words. “I hate you,” I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. “Say it again,” he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone. I pull out of his grip, but not before I see his expression. He looks as he did when he was forced to answer my questions, when he admitted his desire for me. He looks as though he’s confessing.
@tfotadaily tournament six: royalty ⟶ queen jude
“We came up with your code name,” she mouths. I hadn’t even seen her come in past the locked doors. “What?” I feel as tired as I have ever felt, and yet, for seven years, I will not be able to truly rest. I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. “What else? The Queen.” It turns out I still don’t know how to laugh.
— you are my dearest punishment.
make me choose: @kuweiyulbo asked ⟶ judeorcardan
“Yes,” I say, but my voice fails me. It comes out all breath. “Yes.”
He leans forward in the chair, eyebrows raised, but he doesn’t wear his usual arrogant mien. I cannot read his expression. “To what are you agreeing?”
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “I had no idea it would be such a sacrifice.”
