Partygirl4ever

~A/N: See, what you didn't realize is that the word 'first' was in teeny-tiny, minuscule text after 'Which one?' On my poll :D As if I wouldn't give my darling readers what they wanted!! Note that this is a LEMON; the second part will be off limits to those who aren't suitable~ ~Also, there's a lot of Romani dialect in here. Please feel free to use *Google Translate* rather than asking in the comments; I can guarantee it'll be faster lol~ ~NOTE: This is a continuation of my "Intoxication". Read on only if you wanna be confused~ * * * “Are you sure about this?” The man’s gravely voice faintly disturbs the charcoal whisker

~Author's Note: Hi, again!! So glad to see you lovely people ;)~ ~Reminder: Lyuba=love/Pakvora=beautiful~ ~Enjoy!~ There was a point in time when you were wary about leaving the countryside for the city, mostly because of the warnings that it was filled with demons, monsters and succubi in human form. Yet as a wing-adorned devil places a wreath upon your head before going to dance with a lobster boiling a chef, you can’t help but laugh. Everything—everyone—around you is backwards—brass is treated as gold, kings are clowns, the pretty are mocked while the priests are charmed. It’s complete blasphemy, but you ad

“You want to…. spend the day with me?” Jericho nodded, his smile genuine. I stared at him in surprise, which caused his smile to falter a bit, but not by much. Jericho moved his hands back up, and began to sign again, like he felt his case would lose ground. But I ignored his hands and kept my stare to his face. With his bright green eyes, it’s no wonder his power has to do with them. You just can’t not look at his eyes, they’re beautiful. His hair is puffy, kinda looking like a cloud on top, but it falls carelessly around his head, framing Jericho’s face. I lifted my stare up a good deal, which s