A new snippet from The Fates We Tame
I love writing the Outlaws together, they always make me smile with what they come out with.
“Thanks for officially making me the last man standing,” Vex jokes.
Halo throws an arm over his shoulder. “That’s because you haven’t felt the fucking miracle of going home to a soft bed, a softer woman, and a pussy that’s thoroughly branded as yours.”
Clutch laughs. “True story.”
Vex hugs me, then hugs Sophia. “I’m happy for you both. Look forward to seeing more of the two of you.”
King comes over last. “I feel like there’s more to this than you’re telling us, Switch. But Rae would hand me my ass if I didn’t wish you both well. So he is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.”
The conversation goes quiet around us, and I raise an eyebrow. King shrugs. “Shakespeare.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” I ask.
“Rae, obviously,” Clutch says. “You forgot the whole ‘she fucked with him using Shakespeare’s kings as analogies’ bullshit.”
He’s right. I had forgotten. Add it to the list of things I’ve been told but somehow can’t keep in my head. “Now I remember. But how do you know that quote?” I ask.
Niro puts his hand in the air as if he’s a school kid waiting for the teacher to choose him. “Pick me. Pick me. I know the answer to this one.”
King laughs. I notice the two of them are more in sync than they ever used to be. I wonder what changed over the years, but it’s almost like an older brother with his sometimes-annoying younger sibling. “Go ahead.” “I did it as a his-and-hers tattoo on the two of them,” Niro says.
King rolls up his sleeve, and there in two sharp lines of black ink on the inside of his forearm, it says, He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such as she.
“Rae’s got the other half across her hip.”
“That’s so romantic,” Sophia says.
“Come in and I’ll do you some ink,” Niro says. “Call it my wedding present.”
“Does it hurt?” Sophia asks. I can’t help but laugh. “Depends on where you get it, Sparrow.”
“F*ck my life. He’s already given her a pet name,” Vex says. “I’m surrounded by chicks and sparrows and duchesses and little ones.”
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“Thanks for officially making me the last man standing,” Vex jokes.
Halo throws an arm over his shoulder. “That’s because you haven’t felt the fucking miracle of going home to a soft bed, a softer woman, and a pussy that’s thoroughly branded as yours.”
Clutch laughs. “True story.”
Vex hugs me, then hugs Sophia. “I’m happy for you both. Look forward to seeing more of the two of you.”
King comes over last. “I feel like there’s more to this than you’re telling us, Switch. But Rae would hand me my ass if I didn’t wish you both well. So he is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.”
The conversation goes quiet around us, and I raise an eyebrow. King shrugs. “Shakespeare.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” I ask.
“Rae, obviously,” Clutch says. “You forgot the whole ‘she fucked with him using Shakespeare’s kings as analogies’ bullshit.”
He’s right. I had forgotten. Add it to the list of things I’ve been told but somehow can’t keep in my head. “Now I remember. But how do you know that quote?” I ask.
Niro puts his hand in the air as if he’s a school kid waiting for the teacher to choose him. “Pick me. Pick me. I know the answer to this one.”
King laughs. I notice the two of them are more in sync than they ever used to be. I wonder what changed over the years, but it’s almost like an older brother with his sometimes-annoying younger sibling. “Go ahead.” “I did it as a his-and-hers tattoo on the two of them,” Niro says.
King rolls up his sleeve, and there in two sharp lines of black ink on the inside of his forearm, it says, He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such as she.
“Rae’s got the other half across her hip.”
“That’s so romantic,” Sophia says.
“Come in and I’ll do you some ink,” Niro says. “Call it my wedding present.”
“Does it hurt?” Sophia asks. I can’t help but laugh. “Depends on where you get it, Sparrow.”
“F*ck my life. He’s already given her a pet name,” Vex says. “I’m surrounded by chicks and sparrows and duchesses and little ones.”
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