Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?" "what...what

It Was Like Having A Genie. I'd Only Get So Many Wishes.

Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

Why Are You Hanging Around, Then? Aren't You Worried About Getting Hit?" "aw, You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty.

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.

I Like You Being The Sinner You Are. -adrian Ivashkov