The Blood & The Bones

anges et demons.

He wasn’t anything like all the others I’d known. Rather, he was a man of experience. He’d definitely seen some things and he’d done even more. That’s what drew me in, I think. The fact that he had observed evil and good in contrast and in motion.

That kind of grounding and sagacity was new to me.

I think the allure for him was the duality he brought out in me. How I could be both of what he wanted to ravage yet protect. His angel. His demon. His own personal adventure in the monotony of living like the rest of us.

And it’s funny to me with all he understood about the world and who I was, he still mostly labeled me as pure.

How could he think me so innocent knowing how much I reveled in showing him that good girls can fall from grace on Saturday night and still be angels on Sunday morning?

the blood
& the bones