fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s i know fire like i know my home; they burn the same.
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s i know fire like i know my home; they burn the same.
I'm back again!! Once again with the failing transducer and reader being exposed as a mutant in front of Kurt cause the brain worms are eating me ALIVE!
You look at Kurt praying in the evening sun and the only thought that comes is 'how can this man love me when I look like the devil. In his chapel. Praying. Like I deserve this.'
Needless to say, your prayer cuts off a little early and Kurt notices, of course he does the damn sweetheart he is. His three fingered hand comes to squeeze yours as his golden eyes search the hologram that is the face he's grown accustomed to.
"Mein schatz, what is wrong? Is there something burdening your heart?" He turns to you fully, rosary beads still looped around the fingers of his right hand. "Let me help with this, bitte."
You look into those golden eyes so kind and soft looking for a reason on your face for the pain radiating from you. Tears come, hot and shameful, knowing your true face may be one he runs from. You silently turn your head away before the tears start flowing harder and Kurt gives a soft sound of unsureness as he gently rubs over your arm slowly.
"Liebling, bitte... What is hurting you so...?" He moves closer on the pew and then his own eyes look bright with emotion. The tears you're shedding land right onto the transducer bracelet that conceals your form. You notice it too late the subtle whir stopping and then the soft sound of dissolving space as he is now rubbing over black fur.
You flinch and then get ready to teleport, the air crackling around your form and the scent of struck match and wet iron fills the air before Kurt's hand turns your head to face him. He inhales a quick breath, taking in all of your new features and then a bright smile forms on his soft lips. A beaming smile that makes him look so much younger than he looks.
"Du...bist schön. Sehr schön~" he softly says before gently leaning down to kiss you softly and reverently, like this was just another day instead of you showing him the most delicate and hated part of your neyaphem lineage. He accepts it... Calls it BEAUTIFUL. What a special man he is. He places soft gentle kisses all over your face and laughs softly before going still as your tail starts curling around his tightly, intimate and close, the spade tip rubbing over his own and his eyes go soft but also heated with hunger.
"Mein liebling, what a miracle you are~"
*Is now dead*~Author
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me to everyone who’s ever spoken to me:
Husk: You do realize you often use humor to deflect serious trauma! Angel: Thank you. Husk: ...I didn't say that was a good thing. Angel: What I'm hearin' is ya think I'm funny.
Self deprecation is great. I diss myself laughing all the time.