Visceral

Visceral

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Story I'm writing with my sister Demonwerewold254. Check out her profile. A slim manicured hand reached out and pinched his chin abruptly, almost aggressively as she tilted his face left and right to get a better look. He knew what she was seeing, he only hoped to not embarrass himself with any kind of expression, but the warmth filling his cheeks made him afraid he'd already done so. He had never seen anyone so pretty before in his life. Her teeth looked sharp as she smiled at him, but it wasn't a kind smile. More like the kind of smile that someone gets when they're pleased with a new toy. Mischievous. Playful. Suspicious. "What are you?" She asked him, her lips softer than rose petals as she spoke. He had to fight not to choke on his spit as he answered, hopefully his voice would remain level. "Not human, Princess."
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I shakily reached for his hand and he stood, gently pulling me up with him. My gaze bounced between each of the six eyes on the mask and I got frustrated, wanting to make real eye contact with him. Vessel noticed my slight scowl and paused for a second before wearily pushing his hood back and unbuckling his mask, letting it fall to rest in his other palm. His long, shaggy black hair fell immediately into his eyes, blocking my line of sight to a majority of his face. I lean slightly away from him. "Are... Are you sure?..." I didn't want him to feel pressured to show me who he was, but I was dying to see the real him. "Promise you won't panic...?" That took me aback. Panic? Why? I furrowed my brows, confused. I nodded. "Yeah, why would I pa-" He tilted his head up and brushed his hair from his face. Six. There were still six. I panicked.

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