say,
By crystalcanon. | Prompt: Describe the same character twice; once to repulse, and once to entice.
WARNING: negative body image, self-hatred and violent language. Spoiler-free.
Him
Ketchup-coloured hair flops lifelessly against his forehead, roots slick with grease, scalp grimy. His skin is bleached white from too much time indoors, contrasting sharply with the dark circles that mar his face like bruises. Gaudy glasses only draw attention to the bags he has, which sag like deflated balloons under dull gilt eyes, as well as the faded freckles that mottle his skin like acne scars. Compulsively, he gnaws his chapped lips, disgusted by his reflection. A wonky tooth flashes in the bathroom lighting, yellowed by sweets and soda. He presses his mouth closed. Looks elsewhere.
His body isn't much better – thin and fat and bulky all at once. He burns through calories surprisingly quickly, with that 'genius' mind that's all he's worth, which leaves his frame skinny sans what the junk food manages to dump around his waistline. The hard lines of his abdomen are unsightly next to the stretch marks that slash his hips, made worse by the protruding ridges of his ribs above. His arms should help balance the proportions, but straight forearms lurch too suddenly into biceps, like they've been stung and swollen. His tank top clings desperately to the breadth of his massive shoulders, but hangs loose from the chest down, hardly reaching the band of his jeans even when he hunches. He's too gangly, too wide, too gaunt. He looks like a monster.
'Hideous,' he thinks, with a burning glare. 'Hideous, hideous, hideous.'
(So engulfed in his self-hatred, he doesn't notice MC step into the doorway.)
a/n: happy birthday to me! this was meant to be a two-parter, but it's rapidly approaching midnight and my proofreading isn't the greatest, so i decided to cap it here and post the second part later. forgive the split; i promised myself the publish date would be november 19th ahah;;
hope to see you again soon!
- Kou.