Dmitri Was At A Total

Aw You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty. -adrian Ivashkov

Bless You, Daugher Of Man.

Your Hair," Repeated Dimitri. His Eyes Were Wide, Almost Awestruck. "your Hair Is Beautiful." I Didn't Think So, Not In Its Current State. Of Course, Considering We Were In A Dark Alley Filled With Bodies, The Choices Were Kind Of Limited. "you See? You're Not One Of Them. Strigoi Don't See Beauty. Only Death. You Found Something Beautiful. One Thing That's Beautiful." Hesitantly, Nervously, He Ran His Fingers Along The Strands I'd Touched Earlier. "but Is It Enough?" "it Is For Now." I Pressed A Kiss To His Forehead And Helped Him Stand. "it Is For Now.

He Was Too Perfect, Despite Being One Of The Most Imperfect People I Knew.

Do You Think I'm Pretty? I Think You're Beautiful Beautiful? You Are So Beautiful, It Hurts Sometimes.