Kingdom Hearts characters are not mine.
"Mr. Fantastic"
Vexen was not a man of mere egotism. It took much more than a sense of self-pride to create such a masterpiece. He was a scientist. An artist.
In all his gall, there was never such an esteemed project that he devoutly followed through.
For a man of his statue, he had made the possible, possible. To take broken down matter, straight from the shadows, and mold it into a being that would make Narcissus himself jealous.
A test, if you may. That he, of course, passed with flying colors. Glorious, flying colors of grandiloquence.
Vexen's eyes roam over the body before him, delighting himself with the final product of his labors. This was his work. His own.
Those somber, sunless eyes, a dark contrast against radiant silver hair.
Alluring, chaste lips; never once had they taken a breath.
A sculpted chest, unsullied and pale and, in all their shaped sensation, a breathtaking pair of hips.
Entranced, he let a single finger follow the curve of his creation's hipbone. Soft. Stunning.
Perfect.
Vexen tucked a stray lock of blond behind his ear, and sighed in complete and utter satisfaction, wearing a wry smile.
'I should have been a plastic surgeon.'
Silence, fools! It needed to be written!
Thx for readin' tho.