Cam – version one:
his hands grip her arms firmly, pulling her closer to him. the veins and muscles show on the top of his hands, his knuckles white and his fingers to leave bruises on her skin from how hard they’re pressing into her skin. the muscles in his arms show through the denim of the jacket he’s wearing, the wind blowing hard against his red wings, with a tint of blue along the edges to express the faint flicker of anger he’s feeling. his left arm wraps around her waist, his fingers tracing the small of her back. his eyes are closed, shaded over with a faint purple color because he hasn’t slept in days. his lips part touching her, soft at first. his nose is slightly crooked, straight until the edge of the bridge where he’d been kicked in the face too many times. his nose is upturned only barely, giving him a stubborn appearance—which would be correct. his eyebrows are slender and long, thick but not overgrown. not sculpted, but natural. his hair is short and choppy, brushed forward to hide his slightly larger-than-normal forehead.
