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kcrisenphoenix who asked about flower faeries. A moment in which an old hedge wizard has a good look at his latest rescued creature...
He changed lenses a few times until he found the one he wanted and stared at the most beautiful creature he'd seen in ages.
The young man lay quiet. The bleeding had stopped and his back had already closed over. His shapely bottom, visible through a jagged tear in the kilt, sent a shock of attraction through Korunir, although he thought himself long past such urges.
His long purple hair drifted every which way. A violet vine with leaves and thorns coiled around each arm to his elbow and each thigh to his knee, the tiny tattoos finer than a hair off Korunir's head.
kcrisenphoenix who asked about flower faeries. A moment in which an old hedge wizard has a good look at his latest rescued creature...He changed lenses a few times until he found the one he wanted and stared at the most beautiful creature he'd seen in ages.
The young man lay quiet. The bleeding had stopped and his back had already closed over. His shapely bottom, visible through a jagged tear in the kilt, sent a shock of attraction through Korunir, although he thought himself long past such urges.
His long purple hair drifted every which way. A violet vine with leaves and thorns coiled around each arm to his elbow and each thigh to his knee, the tiny tattoos finer than a hair off Korunir's head.