“Professor Bolas might not share your cripples, fags and chicks are so very oppressed opinion, but I saw it in his eyes, Bekah; the man’s brilliant—where it counts—would have seen my potential if your mouth hadn’t shat on every chance he ever gave me.”
“Brainless views make benighted eye socket pretties, Logan, but see naught,” Rebekah said while wondering if she would ever be able to explain to her brain why she had shared her body with a stranger for three years.
Getting ready to drive away, eyes full of a fury that reeked of disgust, Logan’s gaze shook between Rebekah and her best friend, Keen, before saying, “For fuck’s sake, woman, speak like a real person or no one who matters will ever take you seriously.”
Rebekah wiped grief, disenchantment, rage and humiliation with the back of her sleeve, in an effort to keep anyone other than Keen from noting the evidence of her deluge.
Keen touched Rebekah’s eye with a finger, raised the moist digit to his nose, and said, “Petrichor, Rebekah love; from here on, nothing but reasoned rainbows.”
via Follow Your Nose