Snippet #1698083

So warm. So soft. So human. So indescribably amazing. This closness, his eyes, that pleading look. 'Follow me' It said. Oh, James wanted to. He wanted to follow this golden man and dissapear, to hide away with this sun-on-earth for the rest of existance.

They were so close now that James could feel the other's heartbeat, and was suddely aware of his own lack of one. Yes, blood still flowed to where it was needed, but it did it through the livelyhood of others, never his own. Every breath he took was one stolen from another. James's eyes welled up with tears.

No. For some reason James could not understand, He did not want Gepetto to see him cry. He bowed his head forward, his pale cheek brushing against the warmth of the man underneath him's face. The rest of his body folllowed that motion, pushing him forward until his arms were wrapped around the amazing human sun that was Gepetto. He pressed his face against the delicate doll's neck, his body warming slowly as he pressed closer. He was nearly sitting in Gepetto's lap now.

Do not cry. Do not cry. For the love of all things human, do not cry. James told himself, his breath catching. But he couldn't help it. Here he was, in the arms of this glory on earth, a horrible murderer and theif. And Gepetto did not even know what James was. What vile mosnter had its head pressed against his oh so warm neck.

Mismatched hands, one gloved and one not, clutched at the back of Gepetto's shirt. The roles reversed. Now James was the one depending on the slight man, overcome by emotions amplified by adolecence. Of all the human things to loose, why couldn't the crazy feelings be one of them?