annoria

"From the first day I saw you
          
          you had me, I was yours."

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
          
           By :  Khalil Gibran

when you fall, I will be there to catch you
          -- with love, the floor.

“I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.
          I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.”
          ––Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi

“If my love were an ocean,
          there would be no more land.
          If my love were a desert,
          you would see only sand.
          If my love were a star-
          late at night, only light.
          And if my love could grow wings,
          I’d be soaring in flight.”
          ––Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
          
           

They are watching the birth of a baby and Eve let herself go into a trance and thinking about going home and washing the memory of the last 3 hours away with a full liter of wine when Mavis grabbed her hand.
          "Dallas, look! The babys coming!
          "Huh? What?" Those glazed eyes popped wide. "What now? Well, Jesus. Breathe, right?"
          Laughter erupted around them as Eve lurched to her feet.
          "Not this baby." Giggling, Mavis stroked her basketball belly. "That baby."
          Instint had Eve glancing in the direction Mavis pointed and getting a wide-screen blast of the bellowing, wriggling, gunk-covered creature sliding out from between some poor woman's legs.
          "Oh, man. Oh, God." She sat down, before her own legs went out from under her. No longer caring if it made her a sissy, she groped for Roarke's hand. When he gripped it, she found it as clammy as her own...
          
          "Air," Roarke murmured into her ear. "I'm in desperate need of air."
          "It's the pregnant women. I think they suck up all the oxygen. Think of something. Get us out of here. I can't think. My brain won't work right."
          "Stand with me." He hooked a hand under her arm pulled her up...
          
          "I told them we'd get the car, bring it around to the front. Save them some steps."
          "Your brilliant. Freaking white knight. If I ever recover from this trauma I'll screw your brains out."
          "I hope eventually my brain cells regenerate enough to make that possible. "My God, Eve, My God."
          "Total tandem here. Did you see how it just slithered out when-"
          "Don't. If you love me, don't take me back there."

Peabody: By the way, Dallas.
          Eve: What Peabody?
          Peabody: That's a lovely tattoo, new?
          Eve clamped her teeth together, strode toward the door with as much dignity as she could manage
          Eve: See
          she jabbed a finger into Roarkes chest as they walked down the cooridor, 
          Eve: I told you I would be humiliated by that stupid rosebud
          Roarke: You've been drugged, slapped, tied up naked and nearly killed, but a rose on your butt humiliates you
          Eve: All that other stuff the job, the rosebud is personal
          lauging he swung his arm around her shoulders hugging her close.
          Roarke; Christ, lieutenant, I love you!

"The explosion came through Peabody’s communicator – loud and clear. There was a long, timeless period of blind terror. Getting there, then getting through the chaos. Blood and glass and smoke. Then I heard you, sniping at the MT, and life snapped back into place for me.”
          
          -----Roarke to Eve, Vengeance in Death

"I appreciate beautiful women for a variety of reasons, and enjoy spending time with them. I don't employ professionals for two reasons. First, I don't find it necessary to pay for sex. And second, I don't choose to share. Do you?"

" For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.
          
          "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it."
          
          With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.
          Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.
          
          He never slept first."