1 Amethyst Eyes
A little poem from Gluco/Guuko's POV. And it's odd, as wall as possibly OOC. Ah, well…
1.1 I want to be strong—
like Batch, who is brave and strong
and ruthless. She is so
perfectly cruel and
I wish I could be like her.
I see myself in the mirror, my
reflection staring back
at me behind my gleaming glasses,
with my amethyst eyes. Pale skin,
untainted, and an innocent air. No
wonder, then, that I find
it so easy to pretend
that I am brainless. Am I really
suited for this style of life?
Or am I only doing this for you?
I do not have your brain, or the
Boss' money, or Batch's
rough-and-tumble strength.
I suppose, in that case, that I am
the beauty. Is that true?
I want to be so
much more, so much
stronger and smarter and far more…
perfect.
And most of all, I want you
to see past this…this..
this façade of idiocy! You
never will, of course.
I can cook (very well, you
say) and I can translate
(though Batch laughs when I do) and
I can be charming (a bit).
And I can love you, you
know, more than anyone else
can. Do you know how
many times I've wanted to just
reach over and pat your shoulder, or
hug you, or touch your face whenever
we have been defeated:
you, Batch, and I?
It does not matter, though, my
wonderfully eccentric prince.
I am just a girl with
amethyst eyes.
Hmm. This wasn't too good, was it? *sighs* (If you couldn't tell, this was sort of about/for Eccentro/Collection from Gluco/Guuko.) Oi. This is such a shallow poem…
Review, please!
(And, yes, I do like Gluco with Eccentro. Gotta problem with that? *laughs*)
A little poem from Gluco/Guuko's POV. And it's odd, as wall as possibly OOC. Ah, well…
1.1 I want to be strong—
like Batch, who is brave and strong
and ruthless. She is so
perfectly cruel and
I wish I could be like her.
I see myself in the mirror, my
reflection staring back
at me behind my gleaming glasses,
with my amethyst eyes. Pale skin,
untainted, and an innocent air. No
wonder, then, that I find
it so easy to pretend
that I am brainless. Am I really
suited for this style of life?
Or am I only doing this for you?
I do not have your brain, or the
Boss' money, or Batch's
rough-and-tumble strength.
I suppose, in that case, that I am
the beauty. Is that true?
I want to be so
much more, so much
stronger and smarter and far more…
perfect.
And most of all, I want you
to see past this…this..
this façade of idiocy! You
never will, of course.
I can cook (very well, you
say) and I can translate
(though Batch laughs when I do) and
I can be charming (a bit).
And I can love you, you
know, more than anyone else
can. Do you know how
many times I've wanted to just
reach over and pat your shoulder, or
hug you, or touch your face whenever
we have been defeated:
you, Batch, and I?
It does not matter, though, my
wonderfully eccentric prince.
I am just a girl with
amethyst eyes.
Hmm. This wasn't too good, was it? *sighs* (If you couldn't tell, this was sort of about/for Eccentro/Collection from Gluco/Guuko.) Oi. This is such a shallow poem…
Review, please!
(And, yes, I do like Gluco with Eccentro. Gotta problem with that? *laughs*)
