He has been lost, before. He has not belonged - an out of place piece in a puzzle that had already been completed. He was worthless once.
Perhaps that is why when the richness of his violet gaze falls upon her, he recognizes the distress that she does well to hide. He is nothing but the wind at the moment, subtle and drawn loosely over the pale green stalks of meadow grasses; a presence that is noticeable but at the same time, completely overlooked. There is nothing to him (or so it seems) besides the cool breeze that twists and turns absentmindedly, causing the wildflowers to brush against one another and a soft howl to whisper across the gentle slopes of the hills.
As he hides within the somewhat chilled breeze and spirals closer to the silvery lavender woman, single thought lingers menacingly: he is not worthless anymore.
Skandar materializes before her in a shimmering fashion - like the sun’s heat was playing tricks, wavering in and out playfully before deciding on one, singular shape. His skin no longer hides amongst the wind but solidifies in a myriad of violet and burnt orange, complete with constellations studding each inch of his body. The indigo of his forelock falls loosely across his face as his skin shivers and then stops, dedicating itself to his natural shape with a near-shuddering sigh.
His face is tilted towards the sky, much as hers is, curiously searching upwards for whatever it is she may be looking for. “Looking for something?” he asks quizzically, his bright eyes flicking down from his upward search to glance at her. There may be a smile playing on the orange of his mouth, but it could easily be mistaken for a sneer as he wrinkles his nose slightly.
skandar
@[Elestren]