His fingers sit heavily on top of his scars. The very old ones around his neck that he always insist as ugly. The ones that he insists as beautiful.
No, no, no! Don't look at them!
Cruel fingers encircle his wrists, pulling, pulling, pulling his hands away. Nothing to cover himself anymore. The man asks him then. He answers with a shake of his head.
No, no, no! I will behave, please!His own army knife sits oh so prettily in the other's hand. Waiting to be used. The man smirks at him, and he wonders. How can it be? That someone so pretty is able to wear such an ugly expression. It intrigues him too much; he knows that from a long time ago
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Let me hope that I do this correctly, for once D8
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His fingers sit heavily on top of his scars. The very old ones around his neck that he always insist as ugly. The ones that he insists as beautiful.
No, no, no! Don't look at them!
Cruel fingers encircle his wrists, pulling, pulling, pulling his hands away. Nothing to cover himself anymore. The man asks him then. He answers with a shake of his head.
No, no, no! I will behave, please!His own army knife sits oh so prettily in the other's hand. Waiting to be used. The man smirks at him, and he wonders. How can it be? That someone so pretty is able to wear such an ugly expression. It intrigues him too much; he knows that from a long time ago ( ... )
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