Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 50: The Violet Hour – Sea Wolf
Butch stared at the back of Buttercup's head – completely drowning out the boring lecture that their fourth period teacher was droning on about. The lecture – the topic of which, he couldn't remember for the life of him – becoming nothing but white noise in the background as fixated his attention on the dark-haired girl sitting one row in front of him on his left.
He couldn't help it. As much as he didn't want to stare at her, it was like his eyes gravitated toward her on their own free will. He was just thankful that she hadn't noticed that he stared at her often.
God knows that he wouldn't be able to explain himself if she ever caught him looking.
This is the fourth time this week. He thought to himself as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. Really, he shouldn't be looking at her like the way he was, and he knew that, but there was something about her that completely and utterly captured his attention and held him captive.
It was because – he figured – that she was honestly extremely attractive.
True, she wasn't an enthralling beauty like Blossom, or the cute high school sweetheart type like Bubbles was – she was something else enterily.
She had a sort of sharpness to her – all lines and jagged edges that Blossom and Bubbles both lacked. The raw energy she exerted was electric and just as sharp as her features – if one wasn't careful, it could overwhelm a normal person easily – making her slightly intimidating to others.
But it only made her more appealing to him, after all, they were practically on the same wavelength.
Past her energy and sharpness however, there was a hidden darkness about her that she allowed very few people to see, and even fewer knew about. It wasn't a bad sort of darkness from what he could see, it was simply part of her character, and made her dark and alluring – attractive many would-be admirers, but frightening them off at the same time.
She really was a rarity, now that he thought about it, and he wasn't just saying that because she and her sisters were one of a kind superhuman mutations like him and his brothers. She managed to capture a rough sort of edginess and yet flawless beauty about her, all in one essence.
She was beautiful in her own way that was different from that of her sisters – like some kind of dark flower that opened up only at night when no one was around to see it.
It was difficult to describe her. All he knew, was that whatever it was about her that attracted him to her was that he liked it.
And as he watched her shift in her chair and brush some of her inky black hair behind her ear, giving him a clear view of the side of her face – there was one thing that he knew for certain when it came to her:
She was a rare type of lovely.
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Your lips are nettles,
Your laughter's liquid,
In the dark you tell me of the flower
That only blooms in the violet hour.