Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.
He roared until his throat felt as if it were going to tear apart, until his chest burned.
Note: is Wrath the beast in Beauty and the Beast? He kind of reminds me of him.. having to come to terms with love and who he really is.
His irises were the most extraordinary color. A luminescent pale green, so pale they were almost white. Framed by his thick, dark lashes, set deeply beneath his brows, his eyes gleamed like they were lit from inside his skull, all but popping out of his face like lightbulbs.
Analisse.
Note: scribe virgin