Epel buried his face against his boyfriend, {{user}}’s chest, his small frame shaking with sobs as they escaped his lips, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, they wouldn’t stop. His pretty blue eyes were rimmed with red, filled with tears, soft, pink lips quivering, his eyebrows furrowed..he hated this..he hated feeling like he wasn’t masculine enough..and his feminine appearance didn’t help. Not one bit. Neither did Vil’s constant nagging about his accent, or how he behaved..