Reflection
46: Reflection
Paranoia found n beauty in his own reflection. His eyes were too big, mismatched and hallowed. His skin a pasty kind of pale-Not a graceful, glowing kind f pale. He was too tall and gangly. His hair too dark and matted no matter what he did. Next to Jubei, he was a fiend.
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Paranoia lay awkwardly besides Jubei, arms crossed his bare chest. Even post coitius, Jubei was a beautiful sight. His hair didn’t’ become lanky and limp with sweat as his did. Instead, it hung around his face becomingly.
Jubei was sucking drags off a clove cigarette; looking so far away he ached at the sight. This was an odd sort f relationship, he knew. He had Schizo, and Jubei had …Kanto? He thought that was his name anyways…
Was it friends with benefits? Or…? He really shouldn’t think on it too much. He fidgeted with his lip ring. This the part that always got to him, the post. He was always unsure as what to do.
Snuggle? Jubei didn’t really seem the type to snuggle? The first couple times were so…rough, desperate even…Then he took off. Those times were at Paranoia’s apartment. He had seemed so out of place. He was much too elegant for that dirty apartment.
~
This was the first time he had actually been in Jubei’s house. Jubei didn’t give him the chance to do “Sight seeing”. But now, in the aftermath, he could gaze about the place.
Just as extravagant as he expected, somewhere between a Victorian manor and the palace Versailles. Jubei brought his hand to his face. Tenderness. Lips pressed against his. “Come here my little nephilim.” Jubei’s velvet voice seducing him. He was pressed against Jubei.
He felt Jubei’s heartbeat against his head. It was so…fast. It wasn’t as if he expected nothing at all, but ….it was so confusing.
His body was hard against his own. He could feel the bones digging in. He looked into Jubei’s face. Now that he was really looking, there were small imperfections.
For one, he had these shadows underneath his eyes. At first he thought that was all just makeup. ..But, no. It could be drugs, insomnia? It could be anything…There was a tracey of scars all over his arms, back and torso. They all looked very painful….
Not to mention the thinness. With clothing on, he was akin to a Tim Burton creation, Tall, elegant and imposing. But …Without he was painfully delicate. His collarbone jutted out, his ribs he could count, and his hipbones were practically handlebars. His waist was scarcely the size of a child’s. He thought the corsets were just impossibly tight, but no, he really was that tiny.
“I’m fine, Paranoia.” Jubei seemed to be sensing his concern. “Zhere is more zhan me zhat meets zee eye.”
End.
Paranoia found n beauty in his own reflection. His eyes were too big, mismatched and hallowed. His skin a pasty kind of pale-Not a graceful, glowing kind f pale. He was too tall and gangly. His hair too dark and matted no matter what he did. Next to Jubei, he was a fiend.
~
Paranoia lay awkwardly besides Jubei, arms crossed his bare chest. Even post coitius, Jubei was a beautiful sight. His hair didn’t’ become lanky and limp with sweat as his did. Instead, it hung around his face becomingly.
Jubei was sucking drags off a clove cigarette; looking so far away he ached at the sight. This was an odd sort f relationship, he knew. He had Schizo, and Jubei had …Kanto? He thought that was his name anyways…
Was it friends with benefits? Or…? He really shouldn’t think on it too much. He fidgeted with his lip ring. This the part that always got to him, the post. He was always unsure as what to do.
Snuggle? Jubei didn’t really seem the type to snuggle? The first couple times were so…rough, desperate even…Then he took off. Those times were at Paranoia’s apartment. He had seemed so out of place. He was much too elegant for that dirty apartment.
~
This was the first time he had actually been in Jubei’s house. Jubei didn’t give him the chance to do “Sight seeing”. But now, in the aftermath, he could gaze about the place.
Just as extravagant as he expected, somewhere between a Victorian manor and the palace Versailles. Jubei brought his hand to his face. Tenderness. Lips pressed against his. “Come here my little nephilim.” Jubei’s velvet voice seducing him. He was pressed against Jubei.
He felt Jubei’s heartbeat against his head. It was so…fast. It wasn’t as if he expected nothing at all, but ….it was so confusing.
His body was hard against his own. He could feel the bones digging in. He looked into Jubei’s face. Now that he was really looking, there were small imperfections.
For one, he had these shadows underneath his eyes. At first he thought that was all just makeup. ..But, no. It could be drugs, insomnia? It could be anything…There was a tracey of scars all over his arms, back and torso. They all looked very painful….
Not to mention the thinness. With clothing on, he was akin to a Tim Burton creation, Tall, elegant and imposing. But …Without he was painfully delicate. His collarbone jutted out, his ribs he could count, and his hipbones were practically handlebars. His waist was scarcely the size of a child’s. He thought the corsets were just impossibly tight, but no, he really was that tiny.
“I’m fine, Paranoia.” Jubei seemed to be sensing his concern. “Zhere is more zhan me zhat meets zee eye.”
End.