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written by tiny warrior.

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#caelitum

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est. july 12, 2015.



  

CAINIVOROUS.

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                  It was hard for him already to believe he was doing this. Sacha was not the type to feel uncomfortable or ashamed of basically anything; Rather, he never cared about what anyone said about him.

However he couldn’t help but feel a sour sensation by doing this– It wasn’t for him, it was for Anna, but finding himself in a line full of female teenagers (weren’t them too young to be reading this?) fans of gay erotica, waiting to get he copy they bought signed… It was probably what other people would describe as reaching bottom

As his train of thought kept him unaware of what was happening in front of him, he unconsciously opened the book an placed it in the table the moment it was his turn– Not even looking directly at this so called author.
What did he say even?

                 “ No, to Anna. It’s a gift.

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WHY WOULD HE BE HERE? On Earth, in the present, or even at his book signing? How had Cain found him, in a simple bookstore where woman swarmed him, batting eyelashes in pretty sequences & attempting to WOO him with their voice; how had Cain even known him? But he didn’t; the visitor had spoken again & declined his SUPERSTITIONS, requesting another name be on the cover. How embarrassing.

A KIND SMILE SLIDES OVER ETHAN’S EXPRESSION, THEN. It serves as a mask of confidence over the shame ( over the DISAPPOINTMENT. ) He shrugs softly, eyes falling closed in the excuse of a close eyed smile; Ethan couldn’t bare to look at him anymore. He couldn’t look at someone who looked like the one he wanted so bad.  ❝No, no,❞ he he coed, his voice soft & light; yet too plastic to seem real. ❝Cain is the name of one of the characters. You just happen to look just like him– or, what I IMAGINED him to look like. My apologies– here you are.❞ & the book is handed back just like that; & now he wanted to leave.