#diosasbody01.

[capabyte-blog]

Maybe he’s testing her. Maybe he wants to be sure humankind hasn’t fallen so far as to start eating things without first making sure they don’t belong to someone else.

She fails, in any case.

         “That’s mine.”

@diosasbody.  —  sc.

[disaray-a-blog]

Even at his least respectable, Monty is typically possessed of the ability to tear his eyes away from something unusual  ---  beautiful, frightening, or downright strange as it may be.

This isn’t the case when he runs into Diosa.

He sniffs and runs his knuckles along the underside of his nose, in a rush to remind himself that he’s not sober.

         “Should your teeth look like that?”

@diosasbody.  —  sc.

[retraet-blog]

         “This is all starting to feel like some sick fucking cosmic joke, isn’t it?” He’s not talking to anyone in particular  ---  the cosmos, maybe?  ---  but there’s a stranger near enough to catch it. Martin tears a page from his graphing sketchpad, crushes it in his hand, and heaves out a sigh fit to start a breeze.

         “Fuck me.”

@diosasbody.  —  sc.