His Own Beauty
(Velvet Goldmine, Curt/Brian, PG-13 for angst)
Author's Note: All italicised text is from The Picture of Dorian Gray, as is the title.
All stories are archetypes. You're the crone, now. There was never any magic, it was all illusion, it was red glitter tossed into the face, and when people flinched you kissed them.
The last, torn, vulnerable shreds of never-very-much innocence – when you looked away from him into the curiously carved mirror of the world you lost your grip on them.
The world is changed"Let us be children again and fly away."
The world is changed"Curt, there is no ending, that's the thing about stories. All you have to do is turn around."
Then he loathed his own beauty.
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