ooooh, you are evil! Do you know how many times I use the word hands in… basically everything? They’re so expressive, I can’t help it. Here’s one:
“Jack stands, chest heaving, hands clenched at his sides – to all appearances a man pushed over the very brink of his endurance, and now advancing on Charles in turn, looming as only a tall man can over a shorter one.”
(I swear, they’re arguing, not getting ready to fuck, even though I’m definitely here for that pairing)
Love:
Christ, James thinks, if he didn’t love this man already, he would as of right here, right now.
Hair (alright you fiend – here’s a sentence from the upcoming epilogue of FoG!):
He is standing at the railing, his blond hair ruffled by the wind, looking for all the world as if he has never known greater joy than at this moment.
Meg's Mumbles 