Mi fantasía textual sigue siendo que me comas y punto.
“The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn’s shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual.
Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends…which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.”
Reblog if Vishous is your favorite Brother!
Butch was quiet for a time. Then he said, “I think that’s why I like Jane.”
“Huh?”
“When you look at her? You actually see her, and when’s the last time that’s happened for you?”
V geared himself up, then stared hard into Butch’s eyes. “I saw you. Even though it was wrong. I saw you.”
Shit, he sounded sad. Sad and…lonely. Which made him want to change the subject.
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…”
(Sorry…but I love me some Butch and V lol)
