[Sups/Bats]Scent for Genclay's Fic
I really like her (I think
genclay is a she) work :D
This is for her fics: Untitled and A Plan, awsome works :D
From Untitled
All he did know is that as he lay in bed was there was a lingering smell of spices, musk and leather on his fingers, The sound of a rapid heart on the other side of the city was in his ears. He felt more alive than he had in a long, long time.
From A Plan
Laptop on his knees, researching information on some hack of a reporter when he should be either engaged in heavenly pursuits with scantily clad females or out trying to locate that god damn Alien. Either would have been more productive than this. But despite that this is what he was doing. Digging into the history of a man who had said half a sentence to him. One he hadn’t vocalised anything to.
This is probbly the closest I can get to a decent background for now...well, one can learn :)
Hope you enjoy :D