( adj. ) █ Amaranthine – eternally beautiful. ❜

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          Dorian remains silent as his hand is moved away from the scar.   It reminds him of the scars he once had stretching mostly across his back.   They were much larger   &   products of physical abuse sustained during his youth at the hands of his grandfather.   Dorian is thankful the one his eyes rests upon now did not come from such a situation.   Though it came from a seemingly trivial accident , it still causes a dull ache within him.   He leans forth , unable to restrain himself ,   &   places a gentle , loving kiss to the place beneath Gilbert’s collarbone.   Dorian appreciates every part of him —— scars   &   all.
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          Dorian leaned into the other’s embrace , holding his body against the taller male.   A soft hum of pleasure vibrated out of him as if he were a purring cat finally getting the love   &   attention he demanded.   His thin arms draped around Gil’s broad shoulders while his head rested upon his chest.   He could hear the faint beating of his heart   &   it caused him to smile.   It was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever had the pleasure of hearing

                              ❛   Thank you ,   ❜   he said simply.   What he was thanking him for , he didn’t know.   He just felt that Gilbert deserved more thanks than he gave him.

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