Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever
[obsession: sight]
I can't describe him more than to say he is strangely beautiful and tipped in light. He has eyes, not shimmering pools of color, but eyes a prism of green, reflexively changing bright and dark to reflect his emotions. He has black hair, not hard and prickly hair, but sleek in a tossed way, strips of the midnight cut and pasted on his head. He has creamy skin, the color of milk and bronze, hard and soft light flitting over the tones of his face.
He looks slender and thing and breakable. Stronger than me, built with more something, more pride and hope and truth, I suppose. Not drained like me, not spun glass but more stained glass windows.
But if you throw a stone, he'll break too.
By: ShinigamiForever
[obsession: sight]
I can't describe him more than to say he is strangely beautiful and tipped in light. He has eyes, not shimmering pools of color, but eyes a prism of green, reflexively changing bright and dark to reflect his emotions. He has black hair, not hard and prickly hair, but sleek in a tossed way, strips of the midnight cut and pasted on his head. He has creamy skin, the color of milk and bronze, hard and soft light flitting over the tones of his face.
He looks slender and thing and breakable. Stronger than me, built with more something, more pride and hope and truth, I suppose. Not drained like me, not spun glass but more stained glass windows.
But if you throw a stone, he'll break too.
