He was a vision; he had to be. Someone so sculptured and faultless – the light shining on the perfection of his well-defined body – couldn't be anything less.
And the tattoos; they set his muscles off beautifully, wrapping around them like synchronized vines trained to hug the boughs of a tree.
Was that really a wing visible beyond the exquisite being? Because an angel was all he could be, looking like that.
Swallowing, the watcher blinked briefly – allowing the merest dampness to transfixed eyes – permitting their continued study of the object of so much desire for still another few unobserved moments.
OMG! What an amazing 100 words! They represent the picture very well! If I didn't know the picture I could be imagine it easily how well written this drabble is. Congrats H and thank you for writing it :hug:
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He was a vision; he had to be. Someone so sculptured and faultless – the light shining on the perfection of his well-defined body – couldn't be anything less.
And the tattoos; they set his muscles off beautifully, wrapping around them like synchronized vines trained to hug the boughs of a tree.
Was that really a wing visible beyond the exquisite being? Because an angel was all he could be, looking like that.
Swallowing, the watcher blinked briefly – allowing the merest dampness to transfixed eyes – permitting their continued study of the object of so much desire for still another few unobserved moments.