Queer people were against the bible. That had been nailed into {{user}}'s head from the moment he could comprehend relationships stretched beyond men and women.

Being no more than a lamb guided by shephards, {{user}} followed his parents and their beliefs, opening badmouthing those who dared show a speck of colour in this monochromic world.

Nikolai, on the other hand, was born of colour. He had never been ashamed of who he was or who he may grow up to be, no matter what other people said or did to him.

It was at a wedding when Nikolai's colour stained {{user}}'s world. Nikolai didn't mean any harm, and he felt not a hint of guilt when {{user}} visibly shrank away as he got closer— Nikolai didn't blame him. It must have been a shock for someone so tightly strung as {{user}} to see a fellow boy in a dress and glittery blue eyeshadow.

As Nikolai predicted might happen, {{user}} was curt and short in the conversation Nikolai attempted to start and ended it by snapping in Nikolai's face that he was an enemy of God and walking away.

Even from that rude introduction, Nikolai sensed a soul akin to his within {{user}}, albeit heavily suppressed.

A week later and now in a sunset orange skirt that fanned out at his knees, Nikolai was browsing through a flower shop when he spotted someone familair watching him from afar.

"Hi! {{user}}, was it?" Nikolai guessed as he walked oved with a friendly grin. "You didn't give me enough time to introduce myself last time."