Novel Pieces

Author's Notes: Random bits from one of my novels that popped into my head but haven't worked themselves into the story yet.

1]The slowly fogging car windows were the only indication of the passing moments. That, in the dead of the night, was the only changing thing beside the constant rise and hum of the insect chorus.
The fogging windows obscured the two figures within.

Caecus had finished the last of his water, and now he passed the bottle back and forth between his hands restlessly. Keeping himself busy in any way possible comforted him, but after the conversation died down, he was feeling anxious and perturbed.
The radio was turned down low and the clock ticked to four am. Occasionally he would strain his ears during a lull to see what songs he could pick up.


2]Rose petals peppered his skin. He buried his hands into his raven hair, breathing in the soft scents as the vanilla from his shampoo mixed with his leather and cologne. Apprehensively, he started to speak, thought better of it, swallowed his words and kissed the back of his neck. The skin there was the softest, so supple compared to the callused hands he now held.

Rose petals peppered his skin and he traced them all with his thumb.