His legs: skirts and stockings.
Beauty.
The smile is built into his face.
They are beautiful.
The energy is masculine and feminine alike. They hang more on the feminine side then I. They are beautiful.
Their thighs. Hair against the milky smooth skin.
Patrick.
Their giggle.
Their sweet smile.
Patrick.
You like it, don't you?
They respond by a giggle and smile. Is that all they're capable of?
They twirl around,
Their skirt flying up.
They're beautiful.
The way they look at me.
I am their everything. I am their breath. Without me they are but nothing. We're two sides reversed.
He is body but I am spirit.
He's trapped in there while I in here.
I fear amongst they shadows they can smile. The shadows can't get to them in the Purple Word. We're safe. Purple is safety. It's stealth. We are hidden.
Their hands rubbing up and down my arms.
Close.
Braced lips meeting only the air.
I feel their pressure but it's not in my hand. It is but spirit only. Not of the body.
Patrick.
His giggle.
He's beautiful
His stockings.
His skirt.
His smooth shirts with long sleeves.
His glasses.
His hat.
His smile.
Protection. I will protect him. The purple cloaks him to keep him safe while i must go back to the colorless form. He will wait.
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The Other Side (geetrick)
FanfictionI don't think you understand what it's like to live in two different worlds at the same time.
