Sequel: Gemini Rising
Status: Help me, I'm in hell.

Taurus Falling

Five

"You're beautiful."

He breathes the words in a lull. They are heady and wanton with a hint of desperation, as if he is trying to say something else entirely, but can't find the words to convey what he needs to.

It is terrifying, in an exhilarating way.

"Screw you. Boys aren't beautiful. Don't play your shitty games with me."

He smiles lazily, his unbandaged eye blazing a fiery amber around a well dilated pupil. The betrayal of his feelings comes more frequently now, his ability to hide has been fractured, though who knows for how long.

"Who's playing?"

He steps forward, reaching out and letting his thin fingers find hesitant purchase within a mop of soft, red curls. His movements are slow and uncertain, uncalculated yet gentle. A sign that he hasn't thought this far.

For the first time in his life, he is devoid of the millions of thoughts that consume his mind. He is utterly lost.

And it thrills him.
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Man this is terrible. But I needed this in my life. God.