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I swear on your life,
ROPE, n. An obsolescent appliance for reminding assassins that they too are mortal. It is put about the neck and remains in place one's whole life long.
Eyes watching always
Shadows in shadows they wait
A black feather falls
First accepted, loved
Then betrayed-spit in the face
Vengeance sweet like dots.
Emily's ginger brows were knit tight, the edges of each almost meeting over the bridge of her pert nose. You know I will, you daft baggage. As if we have any other option.
coat that she always
Her eyelashes lay on her cheek, but they were not extraordinarily thick or long. Her eyebrows would benefit from plucking, but they were elegantly curved.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden's lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.
Daggers. Never leave home without them.
[...]They offended Hood,' he stated flatly.
'And How they did that?' Silk enquired.
'They demanded a tithe upon the temple. I demonstrated Hood's tithe.'
'And who are you to judge?' Smokey demanded. The lad's Dark, almost blue-black eyes edged aside to Smokey. 'I am Hood's Sword.
I blink January's lashes
and gush down December's cheeks
Mascara is my daily essential. I pile it on top and bottom lashes during the day. If I'm going out, I'll add the individual Eylure lashes at the outer corners for more drama.
His lashes were long and thick, so dark they seemed charcoaled; she half expected them to leave a dusting of black powder on the tops of his cheek-bones when he blinked.
Love the ponytail," Connor says, pointing at his hair.
Lev shrugs. "It's just because my hair is so tatted. But maybe I'll keep it."
"Don't," Connor tells him. "I lied. I hate it.
When you work behind the ropes, you know the heartbreaking stories behind their smiles; you see the pins and nauseating amount of hair products that glaze their heads; and you see the wedges (even flats) under their eternally beaded gowns.
Alexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?
Oh! too convincing
dangerously dear
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue
at once her spear and shield.
Goth Juice ... The most powerful hairspray known to man. Made from the tears of Robert Smith.
Thou you thrust your dagger at my eye, I will not flinch.
Forget whiplash, this woman had bitchlash;
Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember
Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger."
"Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you."
"Sparky?
Fatima's hair, what was left of it, had pulled free of the coil into which she'd put it before striking the match. Her face was now black and shiny, as if an artist commissioned to lacquer the eyes of a statue of
There's a fine mascara line between genius and insanity
He has a gentle voice and a quiet manner, but behind his twinkling blue eyes there lurks a capacity for furious wrath and implacable resolution, the more dangerous because they are held in leash.
KING (to Sakuntala): O fair lady!
The tear drop that once stood
trembling on your lower lip
-and I watched uncaring, lost in delusion-
while it still clings to your gently-curving lashes,
I shall now wipe away, my beloved,
to free myself of remorse.
Scars crossed her welded wrists.
Levana's face was fiercely beautiful. Breathtaking in her viciousness.
moonshadow, tall
As Shakespeare put it in 'King Lear,' the policeman who lashes the whore has a hot need to use her for the very offense for which he plies the lash.
You're Giving me a ... stick
MaryL to a very dangerious vampire
My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Boy, you and your promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Now you'll just have memories
Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.
She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass - when you least expect it she cuts you.
Your eyelashes make mine want to commit suicide from shame.
Her light brown eyes were the color of sherry, fringed with long, thick, gold-tipped lashes.
I probably spend six hours on just my mascara. I like to get that "Hi I want to ******* kill you" look.
A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends.
i'm
as thin
as your
eyelashes
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
Her hair, brown.
Her speciality, damage.
its a vampire kiss
Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
It blistered the eyes , beauty like hers .
Still he plied the lash without stint upon my poor body, until it seemed that the lacerated flesh was stripped from my bones at every stroke. A man with a particle of mercy in his soul would not have beaten even a dog so cruelly.
Now I'm going to put my eyelashes on and stretch my legs out and do a show.
I have fake eye lashes on and they feel like tarantulas. But they're not real tarantulas.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on
Bliss braided it's way through her, explosive and terrifying. Every pain she'd endured over the years disappeared from memory. Their mouths made seamless, perfect fit. Every tilt, every breath, every tangle of their tongues was as if she'd found where she belonged.
I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a salt lake. Or so he said.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')
Black eyeliner says 'You've been through stuff, you know things'.
Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you. Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm.
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
Take the whole universe all at once and put it on your eyelashes ...
It's always great to have a great mascara that makes your lashes look thick and full. That's a definite must have.
Dreams drawn from the sheath.
Thank Artemis, it is you! That little scar on your lip
you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!"
...
Hedge nodded like he approved of Jason's taste. "Staplers
excellent source of iron.
You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.
They offer a wrist-grasp of peace, but that is only to hold you close, by the sword-arm,' he told us, sucking ale off the wet end of his hair. 'The dagger is in the other.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as [love] can do with a single thread.
When she went out she used to wear a lot of eye shadow, which married with the sulky way she sometimes held her mouth to give her a characteristic bruised look; a look that subtly made one want to bruise her more.
The eyes she had wondered about turned out to be the most startling shade of blue-green she had even seen in her life. Ringed by raven lashes and a dark foreboding brow, they pierced her very soul.
For my eyes, my day-to-day just involves curling my lashes to open up my eyes and applying our mascara, The Quickie. If I'm getting my makeup done, I like to get individual lash extensions or a strip of false lashes, depending on how glam I want to get.
Her hair is troublesome and curly ... It falls in long, black strands, but each strand has a gentle, complicated undulation travelling through it, like a mild electric shock or a thrill, hat gives it a life of its own; it is visually analogous to a tremolo on a musical note.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.
Cross my wooden leg, swear on my glass eye.
glared an upset glare
Mascara is my go-to product before stepping out of the house.
Jake's Shoshone black hair had grown long enough that he wore it tied off with leather, once more.
So thick with cobwebs it seemed like skeletons had decorated for a party. Raven fought her way through the webs to the far wall and ripped the velvet cloth off the mirror. She saw her own reflection staring back - long black hair with purple highlights, dark eyebrows,
Don't save bold lashes and red lips for nighttime - do it in the day!
This is Klara. She's yours to do with as you will. Here.' He gave me a small, silver handled whip. 'You might need this to remind her of that, though
Heel. The errant thought makes me shift in my chair. She peeks up at me and bites down on her full bottom lip. Fuck! How did I not notice how inviting that mouth is? "S-Sorry, I'm not used to this." I can tell, baby, but right now I don't give a damn because I can't take my eyes off your mouth.
Wing your eyeliner. Paint your nails black. Chin up. You got this. You fucking own this.
soul it shaped. Laurel
It's not lace, is it?
Don't use the buckle," she told him with a laugh, her eyes closed, head bent.
"I haven't beaten a woman with my belt before, Simone. That doesn't mean I don't have any clue about how to do it.
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
Flirt!'s mascara is insane - I don't need false lashes when I wear it.
What's the handle, Zock?
Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets
She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
You must never underestimate the power of the eyebrow.
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
She batted her eyelashes & readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Only I can snatch my own weave
LaHill was a dark, burly fellow whose hair curled out of his clothes wherever it could.
The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument.
I carry one black mascara and one brown.
She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.
He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
A broken shoelace can strangle me.
I'll be gentle," Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.
"You're evil."
"And you're mine.
What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?