30 Recent Deviations
My Immortal EnemyShe lay across the bed, staring at James’ shirtless form in all of its scarred, gently muscular glory, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her crimson-slicked lips. She was dead on six feet tall, and slender in a model-like way, her naturally curled hair cut into an asymmetrical bob and dyed a shade of platinum blonde that was near to as unnatural as it was flawless. She was wearing light blue contact lenses to hide the true colour of her eyes, but her tan complexion and dark chocolate-coloured roots could only hint at her being Spanish or at the very least Eastern European. Dressed in corset lingerie with a cream suit jacket, black tights and patent high heels, he noted that her profile was set in an odd way, and she had refused to let him see her body or face at all in the light. She was foreign; bitter-sweet and strange, and she tasted of blood. She was without a doubt a goddess among mortals, but who exactly was she? That was what he wanted to know.My Immortal Enemy by Prosper-the-XVIII
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Eye ContactEye Contact by katnisseverdeen4life
“I won’t do it.”
You fix your companion’s eye evenly, never faltering in your gaze. You will not, repeat, you will not be defeated by the brown wavy haired agent standing ever so coolly in front of you. In fact, the smart-aleck’s not even making proper eye contact with you – yet he doesn’t even seem to realize his rudeness, being so engrossed in typing complex key signatures into his laptop.
Shows how much of a self-conceited prick he is.
It’s not like you want to be shut up in the man’s lab 24/7. But you bitterly suspect it was the price for getting promoted too