𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭.

Feya rubbed the petals of the dandelion between her fingers, watching her tanned skin take on the sunny hue. She looked like she'd just spent the day painting instead of barely surviving a journey to earth - like she'd been perfecting the art of emptying her head.

"And what's your name?" The honeyed boy from earlier spoke from behind her,
Feya spun around to be met with a pair of brown eyes.

And in those earthy hues was his soul, with the kind of beauty that expanded that single moment into a personal eternity, a heaven she suddenly wished to be a part of. She quickly averted her gaze to the burnt soil beneath beneath her.

He let out a breathless chuckle; Feya could swear the sun above her had brightened.

"Well, then... I guess I'll just call you dandelion, Dandelion."
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[Mature Content; Abuse, suicide, smut and torture. Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.]

-𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄. 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀-

-𝗙e𝘆𝗮'𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹-

{season one of the 100}

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