Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

For Almost Ninety Years I’ve Walked Among My Kind, And Yours… All The Time Thinking I Was Complete In Myself, Not Realizing What I Was Seeking. And Not Finding Anything, Because You Weren’t Alive Yet.

"victoria?" She Hissed. "laurent?" I Nodded, A Teensy Bit Alarmed By The Expression In Her Black Eyes. I Pointed At My Chest. "danger Magnet, Remember?"

Well… Don’t Be Offended, But You Smell Like A Dog.

Ian Paused And Leaned Closer To Me So That I Couldn't Seem To See Anything Around His Face, Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.