Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.
that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun
I want…” he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. “I want one pure thing in my life,” he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. “I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘That is good, and it’s a part of me.
By Tink's diaphram...!
Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.
His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.