My love for this plot bunny ground squirrel just growns and grows.
This paragraph:
The black keys, Sands told himself, were Barillo's fingers, going snap, snap, snap under his heels and ensuring that that was one bootlegger who was never going to play classical piano again. The white keys--at least, he assumed they were white, though they could be any colour, really--were Adjedrez's eyelids, which he was going to dig his thumbs into someday until her eyeballs ran like jelly over his thumbnails. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, sweetheart.
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Date: 2004-03-31 11:50 pm (UTC)plot bunnyground squirrel just growns and grows.This paragraph:
The black keys, Sands told himself, were Barillo's fingers, going snap, snap, snap under his heels and ensuring that that was one bootlegger who was never going to play classical piano again. The white keys--at least, he assumed they were white, though they could be any colour, really--were Adjedrez's eyelids, which he was going to dig his thumbs into someday until her eyeballs ran like jelly over his thumbnails. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, sweetheart.
Is so very, very Sands.