Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

not truly perceptive when it came to the nuances of another, mahler had thus decided his initial evaluation of the seraph as bearing him attraction had been incorrect. thus, when the younger drew closer, the variegated creature let the stone of his cheerless lavender eyes sweep across the bend of leg and graceful curvatures that lowered his companion to the earth.
now that there was neither distance nor fever between them, mahler noted the tearing scars that mottled the other's muzzle and figure for a brief moment. as the marks took little from the aesthetic, he chose to ignore them. "i do not remember your name," the musiker murmured in the guttural roll of his thick tones. perhaps many would be offended at this; mahler did not care if his words brought such a reaction, for he had not meant it in that way, and therefore exempted himself from backlash.
until the cherub presumably replied, the einzelgänger was content to roost beneath the light pressure of the boy's gaze, letting his own study what he found interesting in his scarred compatriot.