kingthorin:

a d e s { a n d } P e r s e p h o n e

Their eyes possessed all of their outrage and hatred and love. They could not see each other beyond that first encounter when she, still carrying a flush upon her cheeks, smiled until he smiled with her. This man, this monolith without the will to bend or to remove his power, once indulged a young girl holding flowers. Now neither smile, not to anyone else or to one another. Yet always in their minds do they see their lover smiling. The memory is so fixed that reality cannot erase it, and so they are as angry with the truth as they are with each other.

(Source: madsmikkelsex, via moonshine-salute)