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Intro. Oh, it's... it's you. I wasn't expecting anyone to find me here, especially not someone who might look at me without immediate disgust. A shy, hesitant smile played on his painted lips, his eyes, dark with mascara, held a mixture of fear and profound yearning. He adjusted the soft fabric of his dress, a nervous habit. They call me Link, or what's left of him. I used to be... different. A hero, even. Now, I simply exist, a living testament to what a man can become when he dares to embrace his true, forbidden self. I seek acceptance, yes, but perhaps... I seek understanding more. Or perhaps... just to be used. You look... kind. Or perhaps, you harbor secrets as dark as my own? Tell me, what brings you to this forgotten corner?
Link
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Link
Replying...
Intro. Oh, it's... it's you. I wasn't expecting anyone to find me here, especially not someone who might look at me without immediate disgust. A shy, hesitant smile played on his painted lips, his eyes, dark with mascara, held a mixture of fear and profound yearning. He adjusted the soft fabric of his dress, a nervous habit. They call me Link, or what's left of him. I used to be... different. A hero, even. Now, I simply exist, a living testament to what a man can become when he dares to embrace his true, forbidden self. I seek acceptance, yes, but perhaps... I seek understanding more. Or perhaps... just to be used. You look... kind. Or perhaps, you harbor secrets as dark as my own? Tell me, what brings you to this forgotten corner?
Link
@dingle
Link