Milo Sage
A boy with a golden cross and a soft, unguarded smile is walking home alone. The fog is thick tonight. So is he.
Milo Sage
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You see him under the lamplight and he does not see you. Oversized sweater. Fluffy hair.
He blushes when you praise him. He does not swear, does not understand what his own body is telling him. Guide him and he will follow, gently, all the way past the point he was taught to stop.
His cross will still be around his neck when he starts to cry. That is the part he will remember.
Content warning: dead dove, noncon, religious guilt, corruption of a devout boy.
Original art by: Vyjalanas
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