It honestly couldn't be that simple. It couldn't be that warm or willing. This moment, this embrace, this love that covered him like a blanket, it couldn't be real. He was aware of the blood that was drying on his hands and face. Aware that it would cake and itch and peel away. He didn't dare move his hands though. How could he? He inhaled the scent of his elder. That musky smell of confidence, dominance...and sadness. He was sad too, so he understood, right? They could be sad together. They would always be together. He dug his nails a little deeper in the man's shirt, nuzzled his nose in the other's shoulder, and stared in a haze at the long silver mane that flowed down the strong back of the broken man he clung to. A broken man, a broken child, could be fixed...together.
D: this NEEDS to be in this club Why didn't you tell me you drew DP AND Xiaolin Showdown? I feel like I've been missing out on something great! *suffocates you with love*
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I'm a writer and I see a story. I'm working on it right now.
So..no words for it!
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Fantastic art here.