— cr: the gilded wolves

if you see me dropping this after 1 chapter doesn't mean that it's bad it means that i can't read fantasy

The ground did not rush up to meet her. But a knife did.

rip

sooo where's the guy you always say that had a boner?

hi

wait how old is he?

anne told me he's 20+ so i can freely say he's sexy already

And though House Nyx would win, that artifact was going home with Séverin.

yes?

now that i know this is na i feel more interested

okay so x houses, but now there's only 2, and he's like the heredero(pls i forgot the word in english) of one of the "death" houses

There were so many wants inside him that he doubted there was room for blood in his body.

“Are you breathing?” whispered Enrique. “I’m definitely not.”

wait Enrique kinda annoying... he's going to be my favorite i can feel it

Laila can read objects or something like that...

WAIT SHE'S A BABY WHO LIKES TO BAKE AND

laila acting like a mom ahshah

wait doing the greek god edits as gilded Wolves characters zofia is hephaestus

It seemed Zofia was always emerging from ashes or flames, which earned her the nickname “phoenix” among L’Eden.

who's Tristan? do we like him?

actually invested in this because it's almost 4 am and I'm not sleepy

Laila traced their edges softly. The petals were almost exactly the same shade of Séverin’s eyes. The thought made her draw back her hand.

I SEE HOW IT IS

“By all means, take your time. I love a good slow, painful death.”

The eagle’s talons tugged him upward, his heels lifted off the ground. Enrique shut his eyes tight. “Mind the hair—” he started.

HES SO ANNOYING OMG

SHTIKAHSKAHAJAHA

but the greatest thief of all was the Order of Babel, for they stole more than just objects … They stole histories, swallowed cultures whole, smuggled evidence of illustrious antiquity onto large ships and spirited them into indifferent lands.

is Enrique a writer?

i think 4 hours is enough sleep so let me go back to my book

went to goodreads to read white people reviews so i have more motivation to read this

white people should be banned from goodreads

anyway séverin and laila haven't interact once, BUT dust to dust is their song

“No need to seduce the thing,” cut in Séverin. “I’m appreciating it.”
“You’re fondling it.” Enrique rolled his eyes. “It’s an authentic piece of history and should be savored.”
“You might at least buy it dinner first,”

“Tristan!” scolded Laila. “What did I just tell you about spiders?”

the way she's the mother of the group

how Enrique is going to dislike zofia???? she's a baby

“Must you creep up on us like that? I didn’t even hear you come into the room!”
“It’s part of my aesthetic,”

WAIT JSHSJAAJDHAKSSH

“You’re impressed. Admit it.” Zofia crossed her arms. “No.”
“I dazzle you with my intelligence.” Zofia turned to Laila. “Make him stop.”

“You don’t think he could figure it out?” asked Laila.
“He can’t. He doesn’t have you.” When Laila’s eyes widened, he caught himself and gestured to the whole group: “All of you.”

“God, I’m brilliant.” Zofia crossed her arms. “I am too.”
“Of course you are,” soothed Laila. “You’re both brilliant.”
“Yes, but I’m more—”

JASGSJSHJA LAILA IS REALLY THEIR MOTHER

WIAT EIAORA

Though the room was nearly dark, whatever light clung to its corners now raced to illuminate Laila. It seemed the world couldn’t help but want to be near her … every beam of light, pair of eyes, atom of air. Maybe that’s why sometimes he couldn’t breathe around her.

Or maybe it was memory that choked him in those seconds. Memories of one night they’d both sworn to put behind them. Laila had. It was fate that, of course, he couldn’t.

“I don’t want to be their equal. I don’t want them to look us in the eye. I want them to look away, to blink harshly, as if they’ve stared at the sun itself. I don’t want them standing across from us. I want them kneeling.”

feeling things

“I had to do something to pass the time while you were making eyes at my historian.”
“Wait. I was bait?” demanded Enrique.
“You’re flattered.”
Maybe a little.

THE WAY I LOVE ENRIQUE

i just

His father had not allowed him to call her “Mother,” and in public she referred to him as “Monsieur Séverin.” But at night … when she snuck into his room to sing his lullabies, she always whispered one thing before she left: “I am your Ummi. And I love you.”

Séverin hesitated. But he loved her name. Her name sounded like how she smelled … like fruits from a fairy-tale garden. He loved how when he said her name

and Laila. Laila, who should have sugar in her hair, not shards of glass. Laila, who he …

WHO HE WHAT????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

TRISTAN AND SÉVERIN ILY

That was the first time he realized he could feel her smile. Like light pressing against closed lids.

was a faint scent … one he’d only caught when his lips had skimmed down her neck. Séverin pinched the bridge of his nose. Get the hell out of my head.

A year and a half ago, he’d told her, “We can’t do this again.” And she’d replied, “I know.”

IF THEY DON'T STOP

He’d had girls in his bed before, but nothing like that night. Nothing that made him, for a moment, forget who he was. Who he was supposed to be.

séverinlaila

is there a possibility of her dying and no one told me????????

“I adore you already! So imperious! I bet Séverin likes to be bossed around a little, doesn’t he?”

“And to think I could’ve been dancing at the Palais des Rêves tonight.”
“They didn’t want you, remember? Séverin said your face was all wrong.”

no séverinlaila edits on ig, we need to fix that

“Had you there for a moment, didn’t I?”
“God,” said Laila, clutching her heart. “A mere mortal, at your service,” he said, bowing.

Séverin is jealous

ngl i don't understand half of the plot buuut it's good and things(mostly the characters' motivations) are getting clearer

but dw when I decided to rr 746372 times I'll understand

And here, with the numbers and the riddle before them, it was like watching her come alive.

they were using séverin for money

omg roshani is so beautiful

Someone had even played a prank on him by hiding his shoes, though no one confessed to it. Hypnos hadn’t been mad at all. Instead, he’d clapped excitedly. Ah! A prank! Is this what friends do?

THEY'RE SOOOO AJSGAJSHAJ

hypnos and Enrique i see i see i see

“Tristan, my love,” said Laila with dangerous calm. “If you get in the way of a woman’s battle, you’ll get in the way of her sword.”

she's so sexy omgomg

Séverin telling hypnos he's not part of the group

zofia ilysm

the way i love her

“I’ll practice later.”
“You … don’t need much,”

SHUT UP

god zofia ilysm

ZOFIA

but zofia not getting the jokes and wishing laila was there im crying she's a baby

i didn't mention this, but zofia and laila friendship is the purest thing in this book

I like how you think, Zofia.” Zofia paused, the pin still in her hand. No one had ever said that to her before. In fact, the way she thought was usually the thing that got her into trouble in the first place.
PLS ILY BABY LET ME PROTECT YOU FOREVER

“You do?” Enrique smiled. A real smile. She knew it was real because he always smiled like that when Laila snuck him a second helping of cake. “I do.”

PLEASE I CAN'T

if they don't start laughing of her joke right now

“‘Pretty’ is a stretch. Let’s call you ‘striking.’ Or ‘impossible to look away from.’”
“Oooh. Like the sun?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a train wreck.”

good morning

if they don't accept hypnos as a part of the group

HE JUST WANT FRIENDS AND IS A BABY

Madman. That name meant only for him. On her lips, it sounded like a talisman. Something that could protect him. Chew up the dark.

i love how long the description of Laila are when we're in Séverin pov jahsjshahsha

Laila and Séverin alone always give me goosebumps

idk if i should trust tristan, like i know something is going to happen to him

“What happened to your accent?”
“Accent?” repeated Enrique, trying to slip back into his disguise. The first guard stepped forward. “Your mustache is coming off.”
“Toxic fumes. You know. Mustaches are always the first to go.”

why's laila in a cake?

Séverin hadn’t gotten her a birthday present, and so she demanded a kiss that turned into something more …

this is the part you say he has a boner? because he definitely has a boner

Laila knew she should look at the other audience members, but she couldn’t look anywhere but at him, and she didn’t want him looking at anyone but her.

this thread has like 90 tweets, im sorry oomfs i just get excited

She could walk down a street or through a crowd. She wouldn’t know that tight, breath-pulling sensation of drowning, all because someone had asked about her day and she didn’t know how to answer. Knowledge would make her brave. And more than anything, Zofia wanted to be brave.

Séverin did not look like himself. He looked out of breath. Wild-eyed. Frustrated.