Nonchalant Blasé
Coq au von
laissez faire
Deja vu

I could drown in you, Hevisham. --Dickensian

Still worn but not so beaten down---HG

He was blown to bits in a mine explosion There was nothing even to bury

--HG

I tried to lick off the powder that came with, only did I taste the sweet toxic taste of some kind of perfume.---Stacy Mirror

...where the sun hung limp in the sky like a burned cinder.---Mortal instrument

He could Nell her mortality, the sweet rot of corruption--MI

Tall and ribbon-slim

The girl shot him with an evil look

His tawny eyes glittered like chips of amber

Wearing identical expression of astonishment