Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. "Forgiven, forgotten." "Feel free to hammer me anytime." "Believe me, I do."
You will leave now," she said softly, " or I will drag you out of here by your hair." The man had breath like a day-old tuna sandwich. "I hate dykes. You always think you're tougher than you really----" Xhex grabbed the man's wrist, turned him in a little circle, and cranked him arm up to the middle of his back. Then she clipped her leg around his ankles and shoved him off balance. He landed like a side of beef, the wind getting knocked out..
Are you all right?" "Leg's shot" "How shot?" "Well, I'm looking at the heel of my shitkicker and the front of my knee at the same time. And there's a high probability I'm going to throw up."
The deadweight of his body,coupled with the aches, made him remember back to a time when he'd gotten colds or flus. Same feeling. Was it possible he was getting sick? Made him wonder if anyone had come up with a product like Dead-quil or some shit. Probably not.
Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. "Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible." "Smart-ass." --
There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phury's cheek. "Ah...fuck," Z muttered. "Yeah. Pretty much." Another tear rolled out of Phury's eye. "God...damn. I'm leaking." "Okay, brace yourself." Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. "Why?" "Because... I think I'm going to try to hug you."
I'll give them my number, too. And my brother Vishous made sure we have the best reception and service in the city. No dead zones. Unless you're around Lassiter, and that's more of a mental thing than anything about cellular networks." "Um ... Lassiter?" Bitty said. Rhage nodded. "Yeah, he's this pain in the ass--oh, shit--I mean, sorry, I shouldn't say ass around you, should I? Or shit. And all those other bad words." He poked himself in t..
When he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admit--" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay--I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. ..
The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was... was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was... but society had a different standard.
What." Oh, for God's sake. "Fine. Why wouldn't it ever work out?" "Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally... in love with you." Qhuinn's mouth dropped open."
But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.
You asked me to speak. If this is a problem, the solution is not to get defensive because you don't like what you hear. The answer is to not invite me to talk." iAm ~ Lover At Last" --
Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through
As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa
I didn't know you were a sherry man." "Huh?" Qhuinn glanced down at what he'd poured himself. Fuck. In the midst of the self-lecture, he'd picked up the wrong bottle. "Oh, you know... I'm good with it." To prove the point, he tossed back the hooch--and nearly choked as the sweetness hit his throat. He served himself another only so he didn't look like the kind of idiot who wouldn't know what he was dishing out into his own glass. Okay, ..
In the silence that followed, Blay knew he had something he was supposed to say. Yeah...it was right on his tongue. It was... Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn't remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew...
Sorry about the question thing," Butch said to the black robes. "But I just... I'm glad I know what's in my veins. And honestly, if I die today, I'm grateful I finally know what I am." He took Marissa's hand. "And who I love. If this is where my life took me after all those years of being lost, I'd say my time here wasn't wasted." There was a long silence. Then the Scribe Virgin said, "Do you regret that you leave behind your human family?"..
Conflict is the microscope of a book. When it's trained on a character, you see what's underneath the narratives of physical description. You see whether someone is strong or weak, principled or apathetic, heroic or villainous." (J.R. on writing the BDB series)"
Without time," the angel said, "you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity." "FYI, philosophy bores me." "Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance."
From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why ... why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.
Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything -- most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.
Oh, by the way, Phury's here again, and he brought that Chosen with him. Figured you'd want to know in case you see a random female ghosting around here." Whoa. Surprise. "How's he doing?" Zsadist paused. "I don't know. He's pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard." "Oh, and you're a candidate for The View?" "Right back at you, Bahbwa." "Touche." --