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I was naked. And bloody. Lines of red streaked across the sky, glinting and then dissolving into the night as they danced rhythmically, like it had its own pulse. I traced the lines intently, my vision pulling in and out, concentrated, yet bleary with a vignette. At the source there was white, veins sewn in webs, stitched the color of kelp. I couldn't find an end, they ran deeper under a film. White. Green. Brown. Wide, wide eyes. Unbelievably round eyes. Her eyelashes sloped deep over the iris, stark against the hole of the pupil. Red over black. The moon commanded behind her, a silver halo veined in red, illuminating. Red over silver. "Boy?" One word she composed, it rolled in her lips and planted into my ears. I could feel the curve of her lips against my ears through the sound, dewy, with every hair on her skin smoldered between us. -- note- the first chapter is ass and short. like i was debating on continuing writing, was pretty enthusiastic about it, and i opened the doc it was on and had a visceral reaction to it. nearly puked. but i read the next part and was like, "hey! it's getting better (and longer)." note II- for some reason i'm on international keyboard??? also unedited, this is a draft and will probably be scrapped eventually note III- fixed it 😎
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