91 Quotes About Seth

But why is it still there? Why is it there at all?" I flipped my palm over several times, shook it, but the faint blue tattoo was still there. "You can see it, right? Like right now, you can see it?""Yes. It hasn't faded." Seth leaned forward, catching my hand. "Stop shaking it like it's a damn Etch-A-Sketch. That doesn't make them disappear.

My mom made the trays out of kits she bought at Michaels. She's crackled the shit out of them so they look like they're covered in diseased rhino skins.

In that moment, Lisette loved that man.Loud complaints erupted, accomplished by the usual slurs slung at the immortal black sheep.Bastien shrugged them off as his gaze met hers.Thank you, she told him telepatheically.His lips tilted up the tiniest bit.Unfortunately, Seth and David both picked up on the thought and turned back to her with matching frowns, gazes sharpening.Merde."Why haven't you been around lately?" Seth queried.

Seth stood about six feet eight inches tall with broad shoulders, a leanly muscled form, beautiful patrician features, and long wavy black hair (drawn back with a leather tie) that reached his waist. David stood about six feet seven inches with equally broad shoulders, a bit more muscle, the face of a pharaoh, flawless skin as dark as midnight, and pencil-thin dreadlocks that fell to his hips.

So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.

I guess there were two types of people in the world, those who sat around a fire, staring into the flames, and those who started the fire. Seth and I started the fire, and then we danced around it.

He hadn’t left, and apparently, Seth was a cuddler.

Sometimes being human sucks.

He clapped his hands together, letting out a rather high-pitched squeal before grabbing my hand. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun! Aren’t we? Fun, Alex—we will have fun.