Pain is beauty.

That's the one thing everyone has heard at least once. No matter how true, untrue, slightly true it is, you can never truly be beautiful. Nobody is gorgeous. We act like peacocks because we're so shallow and stuck inside our own minds that we refuse to gaze into a window and see the beauty of everything around us, rather than the beauty of someone's face.

Davesprite couldnt grasp how people didn't understand that. Mockery was around earth everywhere, you can't go anywhere without someone being portrayed as an idiot just because they're different.

He didn't care about you thinking you still looked like a woman, because in his eyes, you were the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Just because you dont have a flat chest, doesn't mean you can't be a man.

You two sat on the roof of some building. Davesprites arms(and his wings) wrapped around you. He was soft. You were trying to not cry because nobody had made you feel so happy in you're whole life. He didn't talk. You didn't talk. It was peaceful. Sort of.