Insanity
He walked, steadily, peacefully, through the park. Rejoicing silently in the beautiful nature around him, ignoring the startled people who recoiled from him as if in pain - enjoying life like any other man.
His long braid swung behind his back, the chestnut strands weaving softly within each other to blend like the harmony of his surroundings, beautifully smooth, delicate, forcefully striking. His black clothing rustled in the wind, sharp contrast to the bright colours of the environment, gloom and energy at the same time. Powerful long strides caught him and gave him to the wind, the breeze carrying him along the pavement of the thin road. He did not need friends - he was his own friend, and his best one at that. He sneered at companionship - independence was his virtue. Laughing contemptibly at those who fussed over looks and features…he was proud of the way he looked.
Different.
A smirk painted his fine features, crimson lips uplifted, stark against pale pearly skin, frighteningly bright mahogany eyes glittering with starry pride for what he was, for what he had been, for what he had become.
He was a contradiction within himself, the crazy man, the colony disgrace, the different individual - Duo Maxwell.
He walked, steadily, peacefully, through the park. Rejoicing silently in the beautiful nature around him, ignoring the startled people who recoiled from him as if in pain - enjoying life like any other man.
His long braid swung behind his back, the chestnut strands weaving softly within each other to blend like the harmony of his surroundings, beautifully smooth, delicate, forcefully striking. His black clothing rustled in the wind, sharp contrast to the bright colours of the environment, gloom and energy at the same time. Powerful long strides caught him and gave him to the wind, the breeze carrying him along the pavement of the thin road. He did not need friends - he was his own friend, and his best one at that. He sneered at companionship - independence was his virtue. Laughing contemptibly at those who fussed over looks and features…he was proud of the way he looked.
Different.
A smirk painted his fine features, crimson lips uplifted, stark against pale pearly skin, frighteningly bright mahogany eyes glittering with starry pride for what he was, for what he had been, for what he had become.
He was a contradiction within himself, the crazy man, the colony disgrace, the different individual - Duo Maxwell.