He had turned back toward the window and tightened his hand over the nape of Lucienne’s neck. She said nothing. Then, without looking at him, “At least you feel friendly toward me, don’t you?” Patrice knelt beside her and gently bit her shoulder. “Friendly, yes, the way I feel friendly toward the night. You are the pleasure of my eyes, and you don’t know what a place such joy can have in my heart.”
there are no fucking words to describe the emotions this animal evokes in me
[Image Description: nine photographs of Golden Moles. These burrowing animals have no visible eyes or ears, and are named for their iridescent yellow fur. End image description.]
