
“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?”
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again.
“What about them?”
“The color,” he breathed. “When you stand in the light. They’re amazing… like molten gold. I could paint those…” He reached toward me but then pulled back. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
(Source: evilcreatureofthenight)

Adrian Ivashkov and his Clove Cigarettes
(Source: inadrianivashkovspants)
(Source: evilcreatureofthenight)
“I don’t suppose that she gave you the job based on looks alone?”
Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. “Why, Sage, you sweet talker.”
“That’s not what I meant! What happened?”
(Source: drunklannister)

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