The front of his blouse fell loose, the stitches pulling apart, simply because he willed them to. His body matched his face in color. His torso was long and beautifully toned, his chest broad and strong. Pale and smooth. He had a deep adonis belt that trailed down to his sex.
The pants he wore slowly disintegrated, exposing his slender legs. Now all that was left as he sat, his feet tucked under him, was an open jacket. I could finally see all of him and he was breathtaking.
He took a slow breath in, watching me. His lips puffed. I reached forward touching his chest with my finger tips, my palm pressing against his sternum, sliding it up to his left pec. I could feel his odd heartbeat. Still steady- calm. But he tensed at my touch.
“You’re perfect…” My words a whisper. He smiled, puffing air through his nose into a sharp little laugh.
I shook my head, confusion spread across my face. His head began to shrink. The cracks in the skin closing, his read hair pulling closer together. It shortened on the sides, and grew fuller at the scalp, forming a wild wave of fiery auburn. He looked like a normal man, save for the yellow eyes. The painting on his face still present, now framing deep set-hooded eyes, a strong nose and a sharp jawline. My own jaw dropped.
“Who was this? I studied the human face as I came closer, running my fingers along his cheek and brow bone. His eyes closed, a gentle sigh escaped his lips.
“Me, from another time. My own version of a human.” The voice that came out was deeper now, but soft, gentle.
Aaaand that’s all folks. A little snippet of the story I’ve been writing for quite some time. The art was initially inspired by @trishnagaara on instagram. I saw it and had to recreate it. Just made it a little more, me.
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