And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.

You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man." "Screw you, Barrons." "I'm not that man, either.

The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

Do you think a woman can give a man everything while still withholding her heart? We are not made that way! - Fiona