The Raging Hounds XII: Sade Campaign Part 3: Blazing Skies
John grunted deadpan, a cig burning in the corner of the wolf's muzzle. fletcher wrinkled his nose at the cloying, thick stench of the narcotic cig john was smoking.
Elliott's Awakening p. 1-1
On the back was a crude doodle of an otter, i assume me, with a lit cig hanging from his mouth. i tossed it back in the pack and tossed the whole thing in my bag, i could figure it out later, for now i had an appointment to keep.
What Goes Bump In the Night. Chapter Twelve.
As the doors shut behind him he already found a lit cig sealed between his lips and with it taking a fresh new breath that eased, calming his nerves as the acrid ashen smoke filled his lungs.
Life as we Know it. Chapter 3 - Carter
"fine we'll go for a walk but i'm stealing some of your cigs cause i'm out." carter replied lighting one up on the sidewalk. rodney and carter walk away from the pre req building, and down the sidewalk surrounding campus.
"Then and Now" - Day 3, Chapter 8
Those two cigs on the first day excluded. lover's instincts taking over, i rushed to her side and held her back to make sure she wouldn't topple over.
Trapped Feelings p. I & II
You stand up and light your cig, just so you can take the edge off. "welp, sorry." "i really expected guys to like me more. they have no idea what to do with me, do they."
Café Plaisir: October's Comeuppance (Part 1)
The ninetales blinked as ravage puffed on his e-cig. the smoke of the artificial flavouring wafted through the air. "well, at the risk of sounding like a cliché... me?" "mmhmm."
Not All Men Are Wolves (Chapter 5)
I didn't smoke a single cig while i was at his house, but i felt no need to. i better not feel the need to do this at the parade in gaia, don't need to give kids any ideas and the parents would probably knock me about.
Half n' Half
Nick heaved forward, the cig fell. his hands wrapped around his stomach and he made a groaning sound. "ugh, shit, something i ate." he felt the wave of nausea pass, then made his way down the street, towards the parking lot with his car.
Through a Screen
When i was sixteen i did more than i feel uncomfortable admitting to get my hands on bootleg cigs. i never took a drag, not even once. i had forgotten exactly every place on my body that i had burned myself. how long had it been since i slashed myself?
Owned
Shi laid back on the stage with a hand behind hir head and the other at hir side with the lit cig before taking it to hir black lips and extracting a long drag. the heavy smoke drifts from hir mouth into the air, giving the lit stage a smoky haze.
The First And Last Cigarette
"well, i always thought there must be more people who felt as annoyed with all the glamor and faux as i do," i said, somewhat jokingly, sitting up as i brought the cig back to my lips and gave it a light drag, puffing thoughtfully. "there are.