unhappiness follows me like the plague

aherondales:

Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld me.

His clothes - all black, all finely made - were cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. As if he’d been molded from the night itself.