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I have a new found respect for comic artists cuz this too so long to make !

I just had to though.

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II. The High Priestess Armand

Keeper of mystery and hidden knowledge. He embodies the veil between the sacred and the profane, between spiritual control and emotional repression.

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Armand transforming into the black swan.

Was he ever the other?

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Haunting Your Dreams

Excerpt Chapter 4 Beautiful boy

“You seem very focused on my appearance, Daniel,” I defended swiftly. “I suppose we are in that sort of establishment, but”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” you cut in. “I’m not admiring. I’m dissecting.” Your smile was thin, surgical. “I’m trying to figure out whether you dress like a whore because you want to be wanted… or because you’d fall apart if you weren’t.”

Something twisted inside me.

“Beautiful, slutty little freak,” you mocked, almost cheerfully.

The word struck harder than it should have. I felt it the slip, the brief loss of balance and you saw it immediately.

There.

You had found the seam.

“Oh,” you murmured, delighted. “You don’t like that.”

“It does not bother” I began, lying poorly.

You leaned closer. “No, no it does. I can see it.” Your voice dropped. “Freak doesn’t bother you. Slut excites you. But beautiful?” A soft laugh. “That hurts you. Why?”

“It does not…”

“Beautiful boy.” You spoke over me.

I felt my control thinning, fraying at the edges. The room seemed too small. Too loud. I could hear your pulse, feel the heat of your body like a provocation.

“It does not..”

“Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.” Each repetition slower, crueler, until you were smiling outright. “Say it. Say why it hurts, baby.”

“Stop,” I said too sharply.

You didn’t.

You reached out and took my face in your hand, fingers digging into my jaw, not gentle, not kind. Possessive. Testing.

“Just beautiful,” you taunted.

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