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send me ☽ for my muse to confess feelings to yours.
the young male stood tall before the small female, choking on thin air as he slowly began to realize what he needed to do. binx is different, you see. he isn't like other boys his age nor has he ever been. he has never even been in a solid relationship. what he had with faye wasn't something publicly established as a relationship. but she was his and he was hers and that was all there was to it. he felt that he cared enough about her that she was deserving enough to know how he felt about her. he trusted her to extents that actually scared him. he'd called the female over to his home, which, she was the only person he'd ever brought back to it considering he couldn't trust other people the way he trusted her. his home was his sanctuary. his home was where he hid and he planned to stay hiding there for quite some time. sitting down on the older couch besides the female, he rested with his elbows on his legs and his fingers interlocked, nipping down on the inner side of his cheek as he looked up at her. he's never done anything like this before. what was he supposed to say ? how was he supposed to say it ? ' faye, i uh---.. ' blue hues almost immediately dart down to the wooden floorboards as he feels himself getting nervous. ' i like you, a lot. in, that way.. ' was that rally the most he could manage to say ? it sure as hell was. he doesn't acknowledge his feelings much unless their feelings up anger and rage. feelings of ENCOURAGEMENT TO MURDERER. maybe somewhere down the line he'd get better at expressing his feelings, though considering how well she knows him, he knew that was enough. she knew him, and she knew what he meant.
