Quotes / Long-Haired Pretty Boy

Roses is red
Violets is blue
Y'all got long hair
Like a pretty girl do.
So man up Young Bucks
We'll leave you in stitches
Cause dem Briscoe boys
Are gonna make you their bitches.

—Christopher Bacon, Facebook, paraphrasing this promo.

Jame thought at first that it was Kindrie, but only because of the long white hair—too long, surely, unbound, waist-length, clinging to the stranger's shoulders and back. Moonlight turned his whole body into gleaming alabaster except where blue shadows traced wiry muscles and the threads of old scars. He scooped up water and dashed it in his face. It ran down, gleaming, over the hard lines of his chest, stomach, and loins. Since when do I dream of naked men? Jame thought. All right. Since Timmon. And Tori. But who is this? Trinity, I'm not dreaming… am I?

—Jame describing Randiroc,^note and no, she isn't dreaming, Chronicles of the Kencyrath