Steal me.

butterleafy:

“It would please me greatly. However…” I slowed my walk a bit, my smile fading into a more serious expression. “What about Sovoy?”

Her mouth made a line. “He’s staked a claim on me then?”

“Well, not as such. But there are certain protocols involved….”

“A gentleman’s agreement?” She asked acidicly.

“More like honor among thieves, if you will.”

She looked me in the eye. “Kvothe,” she said seriously. “Steal me.”

Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind 

Short day at school today, was home before lunch. During lunch, it was just my parents and I. We were laughing about something and for some reason, I looked at them and realized that I have absolutely no right to hate them. They have their flaws but they’re perfect still. 

It was a lovely lunch. :)