cosmic scars ▸ ONC 2022

To say Amare isn't from 'around here' would be the understatement of the century. But Cynthia Orvin doesn't quite know that yet - just as she doesn't know much about the story behind her parents' demise or why her mother's family seems to despise her.

What she does know is that in her nearabout eighteen years of being, this is the first ever time she has found a friend. Maybe more than a friend.

But Amare has come with a ton of secrets on his back - secrets that stand to both answer all of Cynthia's questions but also destroy the trust she has in him.

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Lying curled up on the road before her, with nothing but his hands covering up his modesty, was a naked male.

Her eyes involuntarily traced his muscled torso, the vast span of his dark olive to light brown skin which was coated with thick lumps of mud in places but seemed to carry no visible wounds. The ebony hair atop his head were coiled up in tight curls, as luscious as his thick eyebrows and the eyelashes fanned over his wide, curious eyes that housed the most brilliant cerulean irises she had ever seen. Given the youthful fullness to his cheeks and the vibrance of his coral lips, he looked not much older than her.

Cynthia would have perused the individual longer, lost in her curiosity at his state, had he not cleared his throat to toss her out of her thoughts.

His brow scrunched up and lips pursed down, before he opened his mouth with a sharply snapped, "I need to talk to a human."

She stepped forward with a hand extended towards him. "Um. I am a human. Are you okay?"

He looked her up and down, eyes brimming with amusement. Then very slowly shook his head.

"No, you're not."

What... on earth did that mean?

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