Lit - Vite. It was getting to the point where he couldn't see Ethan's face, even after five or six pints. He had to close his eyes tight and concentrate hard, as he fucked his newest, nameless conquest, and it took too much effort to conjure that pouting young face enveloped in unkempt ebony hair. And it scared Travy to think that he was beginning to forget.
Lit - Calle GrisGris Callea Lobo y Curandera ficThe shitty black pickup truck pulled into the tiny gas station, kicking up dust from the road in its wake. It sidled up to the lone pump and shut off. The mechanics in the open garage didn't look up from their work.Door opened and slammed shut. Tall hombre got out. No, he wasn't a man. He was that wolf. Couldn't miss those ears or tail for a mile. The station owner, sitting outside in a plastic lawn chair, exhaled a sweet-smelling smoke from his handrolled and grunted in acknowledgment.Syl ignored him as he patted down the pock