Beauty

Dallas had never thought of himself as attractive, no matter how many times he tried to force himself to believe it. The scars were just too dark and unruly, his skin was an odd tone, he hated his hair and his eyes were dark and angry. He didn't attract any positive attention from people like Luck did. He figured that the outside of him was just as ugly as the inside, and it was something that he'd more or less learned to accept.

However, whenever Luck ran his fingers over Dallas's skin and pressed his lips to those horrible, jagged scars, or ran his fingers through his hair or said something about how striking his eyes were, he could feel something change inside of him, if only for a moment. Something that told him that maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought he was.

And, he figured, if Luck could learn to love him, then Dallas sure as hell could learn to love himself.