Formidable

Loosing my relegion .2

The gorgeous Faye:

Age- 19

Height- 5'2

Hair- Light Brown with a tinge of orange when the sun hits it just right.

But Faye is constantly dying their hair, it's been blue, pink, purple, red, green, yellow, orange, blond...

it's been really really long, and then really really short, now it's about a third of the way down their back when they stand up.

Faye's hair is luxuriously curly.

It has a soft discreet descend off the top of their head into tight, perfectly twisted curl, surrounded by carefully situated ringlets of baby hairs and uneven cuts.

Eyes- Faye's eyes are brown, but also green. It changes.

Half the time they're a solid warm void of the kind of brown that reminds me of an astonishingly old tree.

You know, the ones that hang over like a been stalk and make you feel so insignificant compared to the other creatures and creations of Mother Nature-

what was I talking about again? Faye's eyes,

they remind me of the stump of one of those intimidatingly beautiful trees.

As if it was cut at the base, leaving a stump that no one could avoid wanting to stand on if it was caught by their gaze on a light stroll.

I mean it reminds of one of those timber wounds because they say the amount of rings in the stump tells you how many years old it is.

Seeing the rings in Faye's eyes makes me wonder how old their soul really is,

with their gentle touch, the way they know me by just, knowing me.

They look at me, even speak to me as if their soul has travelled across the ends of the universe,

journeyed through unimaginable fates,

only to end up back here,

with me.

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So, now that you have a little bit more on the two main focuses of our storyline, we can get to seeing where this goes from here.

This is me telling you to take a break, go to sleep, go get food, Jack off, turn on Rick and Morty, whatever it is you low-key really want to do right now, go do it and come back to being a horny gay little lamington latter.