Iron Sconces Drape_prose ;) Are Your Words Flexible?

Drape_prose ;) Are your words flexible? - iron sconces

They formed a striking pair. She was strong, with delicate features and bright green eyes. The man was tall and thin, with a white scar, thin and carefully hung on the cheek.
They were respected authors in their own right and turning as well as a team. CC was Bella.
"I want to see me," said marry the man, his voice quiet.
The woman had gone before her eyes and put on the table saw. They played with the towel, track your items with your fingernail.
She saw. "Why, if you do my work?"
The color drained from his face and his dark eyes flashed suddenly. "You do me," he said softly. "Not really."
They were in a pub. has dark pitched roofs, walls furninshings bumpy and dark. Candles in the chandelier of iron have given safe passage.
It has a balloon on the towel. "You wish," he muttered, and got away from him.
The place was crowded, but certainly headed to the exit, tempted to believe it could go. There was no home for later, more accurateand not immediately, but over time. Probably after a few drinks .... more
It was almost at the door in the neighborhood.
People danced.
A waitress almost tripped over them.
The wavering shadows on the wall, set up and came.
Talk to burst. He recognizes a face.
Caught in the glow of candlelight.
She stopped, looked, thought it was wrong, and then someone behind her said, "bitch", right in the ear.
She turned around, but since the crowd was.
Shadows.
Candles.
She was afraid. I had to leave, but if he gets too near the door, a hand grabbed his arm. Gasped and looked up.
Constantine.
Somehow she had come before. "We're going home," he said, pushed the door and left the restaurant. ~