Only moments afterwards did his friend offer clothes. A gasp escaped Raylan's mouth, and should he had eyesballs, they would have widened.

"I get clothes?! More clothes than what I have?!" The skinwalker exclaimed, shocked.

After living similar to a homeless individual for centuries, Raylan rarely acquired more clothes. Rather, he wore the same squalid, ripped garbs and attempted to bathe them when possible. Therefore the sheer notion of additional clothes excited the short skinwalker to no end.

- Raylan Fox in Frigid Winds

Images of childhood memories are abruptly interrupted with the image of Lifris’s dick. It’s kind of awkward.

"You might as well have just slapped me across the face. You don't like Grease... 'Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee... lousy with virginity'? Or, 'there are worse things I could do... than go with a boy or two'? Rizzo sang her little black heart out! A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card?? You're missing gems, mate."

Compared to everybody in the Scarlet Ghosts, Dexter would have preferred to see anybody else as opposed to the obnoxious Artorias Fray. Everybody inside the gang was undoubtedly annoying, however, Artorias narrowly reached top rank, followed closely by the flirtatious, smartass known as Jean Moren. The blond vampire was a snide man, smug by all counts and, in Dexter's opinion, determined to ruin the lives of anyone around him. Even during his time in the Scarlet Ghosts, the redhead was not particularly close with Artorias; probably because he never really liked him.

- Dexter Adams in Rinse it Away

(favorite chunk from an older post. and yes, he did get the girl.)


Seamus was, naturally, surprised by the action. When she turned her face, he had all of a second to register what was going on before alarms started going off in his head. Her palm, so warm and soft, resting on his chest. The feel of her plump lips against his. His brows rose and his body went rigid. Was it really happening? Was she...?

Part of him wanted to flee. Just... pull away from her and walk out the door. This wasn't right. They were too conflicted. She was tired. Probably half asleep already, so near the edge of falling out that she didn't know what she was doing. What if she was dreaming? Dreaming up someone... not him. That was almost too painful to even think about hypothetically. He tried to clear the thoughts away as he gazed down at her closed lids. Allowed his body to relax again.

I love this woman. The thought slammed around in his mind as his hand found her neck. His fingertips ran down the length of it as he pressed kiss after gentle kiss on her mouth. "I love you," he repeated, even though it was wrong. Even though she might not remember in the morning. Even though she might not love him back. "You are so beautiful."

"Listen, Kei is a handsome man, Akairi. I would love to be like him. Even if he is sick and haunting the academy like a lost soul in purgatory, he still looks handsome." he swooned, chuckling at himself at his remarks.