Drop 10: Profile
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Daisuke never paid much attention to how his other half looked. He only saw him in short mirror conversations or fleeting reflections anyway. But he did like watching how the man acted.
He liked how Dark's eyes were thieves too, stealing looks from all that passed. How his voice was an ocean, varying and deep. The way he handled objects was delicate yet steadfast, carrying a purpose only he knew. He even admired how each strand of hair flitted and twirled. Dark wasn't a visual masterpiece; he was a moving one.
If anyone asked, Daisuke's favorite artwork was definitely Dark.
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