#evenfall

Sin looked over at Boyd through sleepy looking, heavy lidded eyes. "Callate la boca, blanquito." Hearing Sin speak Spanish didn't help any; he sounded especially sexy when he was drawling those words fluidly in his low, velvety voice. "What does that mean?" he asked, half with an edge and half just curious. Full lips turned up into a small smirk and Sin raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to the window. "It's a secret." "Putain de beau gosse," Boyd muttered under his breath in mild annoyance, flipping forward several pages. ↗

— Santino Hassell

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#m-m #m-m-romance #spanish

If there was a hell beyond what he knew, he would welcome it. He had no reason not to. After all, a life without living was simply a death without dying. What more was there to fear or hate but life, endless life, with no respite? ↗

— Ais

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#evenfall #icos #death