Frozen
By like a falling star
He moves exactly the way a panther does. Lazy and calculating, the way a panther stalks its prey. Each and every one of his actions are fluid, full of impossibly feline grace. Like a panther he lives in darkness and deceit. He is hidden, always hidden, camouflaged by his black robes and patronizing smirk. Most of the time that smirk is directed at me.
Many people have speculated on the colour of his eyes. 'Blue, like midnight,' they say. 'No, they are grey.'
I notice his eyes. I notice all of him. I know all of him, inside out and outside in. In reality, his eyes are like ice. Yes, ice. Piercing grey to the depths and an icy blue that lurks within. Whatever the colour, they are always the same: cold, very cold, the chill from one who has never experienced love and has been trained not to yearn for it.
I want to change that.
I watch him. Standing out in the frigid snow, his cheeks are numb from the cold; his pale blond hair is matted with flakes, its slicked-back do fast fading.
But he doesn't move from his spot.
Ice has to melt some time.
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By like a falling star
He moves exactly the way a panther does. Lazy and calculating, the way a panther stalks its prey. Each and every one of his actions are fluid, full of impossibly feline grace. Like a panther he lives in darkness and deceit. He is hidden, always hidden, camouflaged by his black robes and patronizing smirk. Most of the time that smirk is directed at me.
Many people have speculated on the colour of his eyes. 'Blue, like midnight,' they say. 'No, they are grey.'
I notice his eyes. I notice all of him. I know all of him, inside out and outside in. In reality, his eyes are like ice. Yes, ice. Piercing grey to the depths and an icy blue that lurks within. Whatever the colour, they are always the same: cold, very cold, the chill from one who has never experienced love and has been trained not to yearn for it.
I want to change that.
I watch him. Standing out in the frigid snow, his cheeks are numb from the cold; his pale blond hair is matted with flakes, its slicked-back do fast fading.
But he doesn't move from his spot.
Ice has to melt some time.
*