Are you listening, little bird?
Lilith SaintcrowMots clés christophe
I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.
Lilith SaintcrowHis eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.
Lilith SaintcrowBut when the blood is mine, it can send the boy djamphir a little crazy. It's something about me being svetocha. Super-happy stuff in my blood even before I "bloom," something that reaches down and wakes up the crazy in anyone with a touch of nosferat.
After the blooming hit, I'd have my own superhuman strength and speed. And that super-happy stuff in my blood would make me toxic to suckers just like Raid is toxic to insects.
Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.
Lilith SaintcrowI'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
Lilith SaintcrowYou can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.
Lilith SaintcrowSo you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky."
"You're the one who ties people up, babe.
I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.
Lilith SaintcrowGo fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement.
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