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drifting cloud
-._.-
he is too similar
to you.
his domain is the sky,
he is always dissatisfied with his level,
always looking towards the future
and an outlier, an outcast
(like you.)
(except he revels in his status.)
and yet
he drifts and
won't stay in any place too long
won't accept what advice others have to give
follows wherever his whims lead.
(you think he covers up a deep desire for companionship from even himself. by now
you think you've worked out the rules.
kyoya will come if you let him come,
if you make it his choice.
you have to become worthy to be pack, but
you've been working on that since day one. you'll get there
to some extent, you think you're already there. you've
been able to understand his motives and desires for a while now.)
he is grey clouds with silver lining
dripping, dangling cotton threads
and spikes.
he's made of patchwork sticks and steel stones
a spine of unflinching, uncompromising, unrepentant iron
that shines with dull, dark promises
his smile
darkens with killing intent, with the billowing of anticipatory fire behind it,
and his anticipation can be tasted
in the ozone, shocking hallucination of the air
he is the boogyman and starlight and geese's wings.
he is constantly dancing
dancing out of reach,
dancing out of social situations,
dancing out of sync with everyone else
and not a single ounce of regret accompanies his wild rhythm.
you look at the glistening gossamer he is
made from,
and breath escapes you.
he cannot be pinned down because he can
phase through things at will,
intangible.
he is
weightless, floating, so far above
you grasp at him and flail. (flailing's
all you seem good for
sometimes.)
and though his Flame is violet,
you can't help but think that his color is
bright, blinding magenta.
everything around him might darken in his
excitement,
but he also lights up the areas he strolls into,
making your every nerve tingle and jump
to awareness.
he has wings and
makes wresting oneself from the chains of stifling restrictions
gorgeous,
makes it seem all too easy
the feathers shed in the process and
blood splattering on the ground are ruthlessly
entrancing
and all those still chained
(including you)
can't look away.
even his stride is more like
hovering
(hunting)
he is too dissimilar.
(you think you
might be a little in love.)
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