April 22nd excerpt:
In a rage, Dean stormed out of the corner, unable to contain himself any longer. He grabbed the stupid silver bell and whipped it through the air, slamming against the glass to bounce harmlessly off. “Son of a bitch! ”
Tag: glass
April 21st excerpt:
Green eyes that put Dean’s to shame, a shock of red hair that looked perfectly wild and a pale complexion that nearly matched the borrowers who never saw the sun, the man touched the glass near Dean with a long finger that outsized the borrower.
Captivated by the intense gaze, Dean couldn’t help but lean forward and flatten his hand against the side of the glass to see the sheer difference between them. Compared to Stan’s fingertip, his hand was too small to fill the entire area, the tips of his fingers falling just short. He could make out every crevice and crack, the whorls of a fingerprint clearer than the words Dean had carved into the wall of his cage.
April 8th excerpt:
After the thick glass clunked against the table beneath Logan, it didn’t take long to catch up. He pushed himself to his feet in spite of the adrenaline twitching through him, and planted his hands against the wall of glass around him.
There were some spots on it here and there from water droplets left the last time it was washed, but it was clean. It warped the view of the room.
“Hey! Fucking let me out of here!” he demanded, scowling through the dismay. His voice echoed so strangely in that tiny, clear chamber.
February 19th excerpt:
Bowman stared between them as he contemplated. Finally, his wings relaxed and stopped crowding the glass walls around him. His shoulders slumped and his exhaustion from a stressful day became more obvious. “You … you two live in that one’s pocket,” he said, gesturing at Dean. “Why would you wanna stay in there?”
Jacob paused, for a moment bemused by the thought of actually living in Dean’s pocket. “We use the pocket to stay hidden. We don’t want that other human to see us.”
February 10th excerpt:
He tried to writhe free, panic creeping through his veins. That glass container loomed in his vision like a gaping mouth, and his resolve almost faltered. He couldn’t even attempt to bite Dean again to get away. There was nothing to do but watch the thing get closer to him, an inevitable shift in Dean’s grip as he prepared to trap Bowman with ease.
Those knives glinted and the glass glittered and Bowman’s adrenaline had nowhere to go.
“S-stop it! I told you I didn’t–” he insisted, before the grip loosened around him and the words seized in his chest.
Brothers Apart 