#qhuinn

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#broken-heart #qhuinn #right

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #right

No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given. Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses, and the avoidance, and the trying to be someone, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #crime

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me- ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #illness

One thing, though," Qhuinn murmured. "What?" The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. "If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun." Blay's laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. "Of course you will--" "I'm dead fucking serious." Blay's blue eyes shot over his shoulder. "If there are any who dare to hurt you," Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, "I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blaylock #heartbreak #oath #qhuinn #revenge

I'd better go,” he said, without leaving. That one eye, the blue one, just kept staring up at him. Bloodshot, with a cut across the brow above it, the thing shouldn’t have been able to focus. But it was. “I have to go,” Blay said finally. Without leaving. Damn him, he didn't know what the hell he was doing— A tear escaped from that eye. Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuay #qhuinn #focus

But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want. Apart from Blay, that was. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #lover-unleashded #qhuinn #cowardice

I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #cooking

And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was...I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blaylock #jr-ward #lover-mine #qhuinn #black-dagger-brotherhood

Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He’d kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin … “Oh, God …” he groaned. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blay #qhuay #qhuinn #beauty