— The Winner’s Kiss, Marie Rutkoski
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gorgeous and alone, face to face (t) — a kestrel x arin fic from the winner’s trilogy
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I didn’t mean your—’ She broke off, not wanting to embarrass him further. ‘I meant the attack itself.’ Kestrel pressed three fingers to the back of his hand. Forgive me.
His skin was so warm.
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Winner’s trilogy (Kestrel and Arin) aesthetic
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Probs someone has already realised this but the winners trilogy radiates such bellarke energy!
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does anyone remember how I last clambered out of my the winner’s trilogy obsession? because I don’t have time for this
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✖︎ modern day kestrin social media au ✖︎
(ft. their wedding day and later in life, their babies)
1. please excuse arin while he transitions themes
2. their children may or may not be the most spoiled children ever to live (besides verex and risha’s)
thank you @graengrs for having my back with this template
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You're a fan of YA fantasy? Read The Winner's Trilogy!
You appreciate books with beautiful writing? Read The Winner's Trilogy!
You want a well-written (complex, compelling, intelligent & flawed) female protagonist? Read The Winner's Trilogy!
You like angsty, ANGSTY slow burn romances (no seriously, they invented this trope)? Read The Winner's Trilogy!
You love enemies-to-friends-to-lovers trope? READ! THE! WINNER'S! TRILOGY!
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Nobody:
Me: the winner’s curse trilogy still fucks me up and I sit in bed thinking about how it’s so nice to have a female lead whose biggest weapon is her mind and how the love between Kestrel and Arin is too good for reality and how Kestrel’s dad didn’t chose her makes my heart break
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She saw him and didn’t understand how she had ever missed his beauty. How it didn’t always strike her as it did now, like a BLOW.
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Kestrel: That is the horse you chose?
Arin: He is the best.
Kestrel: He is my father’s.
Arin: I won’t hold that against the horse.
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—The Winner’s Kiss, Marie Rutkoski
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"You are important to me."
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“My soul is yours," he said. "You know that it is.”
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She pressed her face into the pillow. His scent was there. She was stupid to have come, yet didn’t have the strength to leave. The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.
Kestrel about Arin
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Kiss
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You know what otp guts me?
Kestrel and Arin.
Arin and Kestrel.
Kestrin.
K e s t r i n.
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