A/N: Was supposed to post this last night, but instead I slept for a steady 16 hours...
And You Are My Revolver.
– Revolver by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan
She is a force of nature poised in high heels. The cruel warmth of her smile hotter than hell.
She makes traitors out of good men and with a flutter of blackened lashes turns them into dust.
Hallucinogenic lipstick and hidden guns take thy heart.
He could kneel before a woman like that and almost believe it love, if he were a weaker man.
And anyway this would-be Lady's hearts are elsewhere and for him at least her eyes are stone.
So instead he will face her head on and let the flames lick them clean when they are done.
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