Author's Note/Disclaimer: Own nothing. That much should be obvious. I'm trying to make these a bit longer... there are two more in the making, I should warn you. This one probably makes less sense than the last. But dreamy, nonsensical sorts make the best kind of drabbles, to me. An enormous thanks to my sole reviewer; I hope this one lives up to your expectations.


From his window, he felt the outside air intrude upon his solitude; it had always relished doing so, and what better time than now? The tinted glass remained unrepaired, and the radiant sunshine that poured in seemed vulgar, to him. It should not be allowed to touch him, a faded bete noire with only a scrap of his pride still intact. If his relationship with beauty was to die, then he would rather the act was reciprocated.

A gossamer butterfly floated past, innocently hovering before him as though it did not know that it was supposed to despise his aura. Naivete was no excuse, though it had been once. He felt his brow crease in a deep scowl, as the little insect departed. He took no pleasure in its sight. He took no pleasure in watching the rest of the world fly by on silent wings. They were both so fragile, after all. Then again, he supposed, he was fragile, as well. But it was a subject he preferred not to visit.

He crossed his arms, to ward off the warmth that attempted to spread through his chest. It felt off, somehow, the dewy air penetrating his usual icy demeanor in an attempt to soften him as a whole. The entire somesthesia was wrong, this day. His muscles tensed, and he resisted the mortal urge to succumb to the seduction of such sultry weather. It was lavishly wrong, the perception of pleasure at something which he should have hated. Knew he abhorred. Because such things were beyond his reach, as usual.

It was terribly attractive, that one clear patch amidst blurry images, smeared with grey-green. He could hardly blame himself for the desire to welcome it. But he could not, should not. For he knew the consequences of disrupting the natural order of things. He knew his place. And that place was alone, amongst iron and stone and all things dull and gray and unwelcome in the vividly colorful world around him.

He would be shut out, once again.