The South is honeysuckle sweet and copperheads. It’s Spanish moss dripping with red bugs (or chiggers), sunburnt skin spotted with mom’s nail polish and calamine lotion. It’s unrelenting heat, air too thick to breathe, and yes those tiny little vampires and cicada screams, and pine pollen covering everything in noxious yellow green. The South is poverty and trash burning and now we have coyotes. It’s varmint and vermin and both the lonesome wandering of a dirt road and the not quite comical fear of banjos. There are no-seeums and fire ants but there are fireflies too, winking bright on an evening, and crickets chirping and the low groan of wide gators sliding into still, black water. There’s kudzu and wisteria. So many pretty parasites. It’s the best and the worst of all its people set out on the front porch in a swing with a beer, tongues tart with lemonade and sweet tea, good ol’ southern charm and obscenities. It’s a rich fusion of cultures, some shared and too many stolen.
The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…
AND I FOR ONE AM HERE FOR IT!
Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =)
Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store.
As always, I hope you enjoy!
know…you didn’t have to walk me
arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making
those (so unfairly gorgeous) green
eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had
made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she
had been worried until she realized that oh,
had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush
on your son’s teacher?
“The steel frame that was blown off slips down from the wire and falls down on part of the construction site.
Shizuo, who looked at the place it fell down, saw the figure of one man.
It is Izaya who does not show any signs of being afraid at all although the steel frame fell down right next to him.
Although he was similarly not upset about the change of the situation, the difference between him and Shizuo was that his facial expression was fixed with a cruel smile and he possessed the reasoning that he could kill a person by just calculating it.
Naturally, from Izaya’s position, he didn’t have any intention of killing “people”.
Then the extermination of the monster by the hand of Izaya has begun.” [x]