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Aachen
Some might think this is more mature. He's a dancer, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm putting a warning just in case, though. It's in white. Select to read. He's also a very arrogant, feminine male. So if you're disturbed by that, you might not want to read. I edited this from a yaoi RP I was in. =P
I'm not a great writer or anything, so yeah. Critique welcome though. Achen looked down to the customers as they entered, in more ways than one. Ah, how he loved the height of the platform he was on; with that, he could look down upon those disgusting men and women like a god from the heavens. After all, it's not as though he belonged on their inferior level. The bars weren't his cage, but theirs. Dare they reach up to him with intent of touching his heavenly body, they would surely burn in hell for their sin. They could look at him on his perch; however disgraceful and unworthy their eyes might be, but not touch. Only those he allowed, or touched himself, could come into contact with him without having their faces clawed out in the process or meeting the most unpleasant side of what appeared to be God's most precious angel. That's right, you lowly things, he thought as his body moved in rhythm to the music, back rolling and hips swaying. I'm not here to entertain you; you're here to worship me! His wrists flicked and bangles sang in the beginning of an enchanting spell and he closed his eyes to rid himself of the sight of the lower. As the heat in the room increased with lust and the swarm of bodies, his own luscious body lightly dripped with sweat, but was still blessed with the sweet of scented oils and perfumes which blended nicely; or rather, those scents were blessed to be a part of him tonight. And oh, his lips were moving, not with pants or lewd moans than some dancers used to draw customers in; actually, there seemed to be no sound seeping past the glossy pink. If any, it was probably cloaked by the throbbing music of the club, but that didn't stop those foolish, entranced folk from leaning and stepping closer, opening their ears to him, and eventually, after so much concentration that the beat of every other dancer was muted, a soft, almost inaudible song could be heard only by those ever so focused on Achen. It was one that would draw them farther away from reality and into his own realm. To the audience, he was like a seductively caged siren, spilling sweetness into the souls around him; a caged, beautiful creature of the sea with clipped wings, but still beckoning men to their doom, and how blindly those libidinous men would follow without once pondering against it. After all, Achen was a lovely one with his curls of pale gold that spilled over his shoulders and down his back and emerald eyes that any king would throw away his throne for. His lashes, long and dark, framed those jewels with justice. His body was thin and feminine and moved with a wicked grace that the passing strobe light could not not catch. Light glistened and danced flitteringly on his glossy pink lips. Said eyes seemed to glow with a feral enchantment. His fingers passed over the bars like the strings of a harp as he danced; the metal bracelets sang as they kissed the metal. |
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