francis "franny" iqyan al-noor

he/she ✿ 19-34 ✿ german-arab

"A boy who evokes within his spectators a tightness in their chests, like gazing upon something adorable but enclosed behind glass, his bare legs glittering with each fine golden hair sprouting from that tan skin, rosy and petal-soft if you were to smooth your hand down his boyish calf, pat the sweet exposed skin of his thigh, watch it bloom pink as he shies away from your paternal affection. His flaxen hair, slender strands draped around his face as he ducks his head, tucked to one side and clinging to the pinkened skin of his shoulder off of which a powder blue tank top falls, the curtain of hair swinging forward to hide the blossoming awkwardness of his youth that spots across his chin and reddens a softly squared, hardly stubbled jawline. Under dark gold lashes, his eyes wander all around this isolated clearing that glows with afternoon sun, catching on the cliff where he resides, watching his feet swing underneath him on the edge of this grainy rock, hands wedged beneath his thighs, as he ponders something benign like schoolwork or creamed scones, wondering why he wonders about hands afflicting him with care and other such alien, adult things, and why the gentle way he gazes upon the world is mistaken for romantic by the owners of those hands."

i can't believe that you are for real, but i don't care as long as you're mine - slutgarden, marilyn manson ✿

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Survivor of CSA, but, in this case, prey becomes predator. BPD. Survived an ED. Scared of being perceived as "fake" but can't break out of his mask. Extravagant romantic. Intense fear of being Discovered. Is always on an adventure, whether that be to the top of a tree in his backyard or the middle of the bush, and he loves swimming, it's his favourite thing to do. Deep down, he is probably a fish living in the Great Barrier Reef. He smells like warm milk; it steams off his sunburnt skin like a biscuit fresh out of the oven.

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