I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
Lilith SaintcrowBoys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.
Lilith SaintcrowWould I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?
Lilith SaintcrowI should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.
Lilith SaintcrowPeople donโt really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you donโt live up to their snap judgments.
Lilith SaintcrowHis smellโthe scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber muskโwrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.
Lilith Saintcrow