“Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.”
“Hush, self, let me think.”
“HUSH,HUSH IS ♥!PATCH! I HATE YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THAT *giggle* :))NORA IS SUCH A CLEVER LADY ♥”
“Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,Snow-hushed and heartless.”
“Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”
“Hush," he murmured. "There now. Hush." He traced his finger along her jaw. "That is a sweet thought," he whispered. "Except, my lady, I cannot die.”