"Our honeymoon, Zo. You shot a man in the leg and took his money, and then we went for a swim. Call me crazy, but I think it's a fine life when crime funds some nuptial naughtiness." A gentle pause. "This is the part where you call me crazy, sweetie."
Then comes his laugh, the sound filmy and dry as rice-paper. So close that she whips her head up and looks around the room, blue fury raging through her veins. Blue like his eyes, and a spasm wracks her body-- jerks her around like a damn toy, as she recalls his smiling gaze, his sweet, familiar face.
-- Delirium by biggrstaffbunch