Both camouflage to hide him, war paint to repel. Pigments not of this earth. The sounds were getting louder, swirling around him as if he was caught near the centre of a storm, not quite in the eye, because surely if he was in the eye he would finally know calm...
Those lyrics in my icon, plus the dark blood red can mean only one thing. The boy's compelled me to polish up & finally share the totally weird fic that the above lines are from
but will they still remain when I've had my final wicked way with it, there's more than one way to skin a...
That would be the one I self-prompted myself with the following:
Bodies become one
Eyes to eyes, wrists to mouths, teeth to flesh unveiling
Two pairs of eyes cast down
Two figures cast aside by the rest of humanity. Standing, waiting, backs straight, heads bowed.
See you on the other side, Maiden ;)