" You were born from a winking star," he begins. "You're a goddess of devotion and neon light. You see beauty in passion and tragedy, but you romanticize them to a fault. You can't get enough of blueberry lemonade and vanilla gelato--so much that you don't care if either stains your dress or your tongue. You fall asleep to records, and your favorite constellation is Sagittarius. You've made a skateboard into a weapon."
He grins to himself. "You're afraid of the dark, but not afraid of your superiors. You play arcade hostess to mortals who can't see you. You have beautiful, fidgety hands covered in fishnet. You talk too much, but when you're silent, the world becomes a desolate place. Your greatest wish isn't to be loved--it's to give love."
He bows his head, clasps his hands. "You've put up with a stubborn archer. You've put him in his place. You've given him solace. You've given him a home. You've given him back his heart. And all he wants is to deserve you. "

― Natalia Jaster , Torn (Selfish Myths, #2)