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1 " What can I say? Love is blind,” said Rory, sitting down next to Yamane. “Yamane here is the acknowledged world master of queer fu.”“Oh, no, you did not just say that.” Yamane shot him a sour look and drank the last of Rory’s beer. "
― Z.A. Maxfield , Drawn Together
2 " Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb."What?" Rory froze"Me," said Yamane, closing the distance for a kiss. "
3 " Yamane leaned over until he was right in Rory's face. "Being with me isn't sweet and romantic. I like it messy, desperate, and sometimes even a little painful."Rory digested this. He felt something unwind deep inside him. As if he were detached from it, he allowed it to uncoil slowly, building up a pressure of anger and frustration......"My kidneys are bleeding, my ribs are broken, and I'm loaded with painkillers. If you Google messy and desperate, you'll find a picture of me. "
4 " Rory is one part John the Baptist, one part John Holmes the porn star, and one part Elmo from Sesame Street. "
5 " Make a memory with me so that when you're half a world away I still feel it. "
6 " The stranger whipped around to face him, his long black hair flying in a whirlwind around his shoulder. The man had a temper, but he was beautiful. Nothing Rory said could have done him justice. He walked like a prince and dressed--well--like an artist. "
7 " My home has been your heart since the day I met you. "