Jodie

“I was dreaming about this—except it feels even better than I thought it would. Fucking fantastic. Clean sheets. You"

Warrick moved across and kissed him gently, exactly as he’d imagined. Soft cotton and warm skin against him, soothing and luxurious. Hand on his back, touching carefully. He had a moment of fear that this was the dream, that soon he would wake up in the cell. Then a noise distracted him: distant firing in the city. He tensed, and Warrick’s hand stroked a circle over his shoulder-blade. More firing, but it was nothing to do with him. Nothing to worry about, even if he could manage it. Safe, here.

He recaptured the tail end of a thought, before it disappeared into sleep. "Just you. ‘S enough."

If Warrick said anything in reply, Toreth didn’t hear it.”
― Manna Francis, First Against the Wall

“Why do you give me good advice?"
asked Laurent.
Isn't that why you brought me with
you? Instead of speaking those words
aloud, Damen said, "Why don't you take
any of it?”
― S.U. Pacat, Captive Prince: Volume Two

“A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless

“This," said Laurent, "is a little more—"
It was a word of sharp points: "—intimate," he said, "than ice."
"Too intimate?" Damen said. Slowly, he was kneading Laurent's shoulders.
He did not usually think of himself as someone with suicidal impulses.”
― S.U. Pacat, Captive Prince: Volume Two