asdifha;sdlkflsdalkfasdljlnjlkahj;';akl;d This is simply WONDERFUL, dear author. I'm just... I'm blown away. How do you manage such intricate, expansive world-building in such a tiny amount of space? I mean, are you kidding me? Right off the bat with this magnificent sentence?: Past the King’s Head and down the hill from the one-eyed cobbler named Mac (not the one named Mick), Jared follows Chad’s older sister’s best friend’s cousin’s nanny’s milk twin’s directions to the best witch in the city.
*floats away on clouds of your gorgeous prose*
And the characterizations! Jensen's mystery and power, Jared's bravado and tenacity. I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH (you made me love them both so much).
And this: Women with sallow eyes and heavy breasts part from the shadows and half-heartedly pitch their wares. They disappear back into the soot-worn stone like ghosts when Jared sets his mouth into a frown and shakes his head. He’s a fool with his last coin burning a hole in his cloak pocket but he’s not hungry for the sins of the flesh right now.
And this: a gruff voice, hoarse with the disuse of willful disinterest.
And this: “Cocksuckers who’ll kill you in your sleep as soon as they’ll make the thick-thighed milk maid two farms over love you.” Jared could listen to him say cocksucker a thousand times.
And this: “Maybe next time I’ll just kill you in your sleep.” Like he hasn’t a thousand times, like Jared hasn’t tossed and turned and ruined his bed clothes in the weeks since Jensen had gifted back his Mama’s sight and stolen Jared’s heart.
And this: Jared trembles into oblivion, no air, no light, no darkness, just Jensen inside him, full and empty all at once like the sky above. Tears burst into his eyes and he’s so close, orgasm coiling in his belly until Jared aches with his own power.
Oh dear. Did I just quote the whole story back to you?? Screw it. I feel no shame! Every word is a diamond, every punctuation a sliver of gold. You are clearly a witch yourself, this story a powerful spell. *makes a fool of myself over you*
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Date: 2016-03-26 04:48 pm (UTC)*floats away on clouds of your gorgeous prose*
And the characterizations! Jensen's mystery and power, Jared's bravado and tenacity. I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH (you made me love them both so much).
And this:
Women with sallow eyes and heavy breasts part from the shadows and half-heartedly pitch their wares. They disappear back into the soot-worn stone like ghosts when Jared sets his mouth into a frown and shakes his head. He’s a fool with his last coin burning a hole in his cloak pocket but he’s not hungry for the sins of the flesh right now.
And this:
a gruff voice, hoarse with the disuse of willful disinterest.
And this:
“Cocksuckers who’ll kill you in your sleep as soon as they’ll make the thick-thighed milk maid two farms over love you.”
Jared could listen to him say cocksucker a thousand times.
And this:
“Maybe next time I’ll just kill you in your sleep.”
Like he hasn’t a thousand times, like Jared hasn’t tossed and turned and ruined his bed clothes in the weeks since Jensen had gifted back his Mama’s sight and stolen Jared’s heart.
And this:
Jared trembles into oblivion, no air, no light, no darkness, just Jensen inside him, full and empty all at once like the sky above. Tears burst into his eyes and he’s so close, orgasm coiling in his belly until Jared aches with his own power.
Oh dear. Did I just quote the whole story back to you?? Screw it. I feel no shame! Every word is a diamond, every punctuation a sliver of gold. You are clearly a witch yourself, this story a powerful spell. *makes a fool of myself over you*
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