04-08-2018, 08:30 PM
Hephaestus
The light in her eyes was captivating to him as she looked at him completely without fear. There was a longing deep within their pits, almost as though she were searching for something – something that he knew he could not give her. As the moment stretched itself between them, he felt his insides lurch away from its sincerity. The vulnerability her gaze forced upon him set his insides to quaking and he found himself stepping abruptly away.
Her words were calming to him and, though he turned the hideousness of his face away from her, he remained to listen to her. She was just as uncomfortable as he was, it seemed. Though, to him, he could not see a reason for it. Even despite her flaws she was…
“Beautiful.”
The word falls past his lips before he could stop it, riding upon the tail end of her spoken name.
It didn’t matter what others had thought about her in the past. She was imperfectly perfect, and it pained him to think that people were so cruel to look upon her with such unwarranted distaste. Though she was bent slightly askew, and though she was missing pieces, she was beautiful.
“Erinys,” he spoke her name in acknowledgement of it. “Hear me now and believe my words. You are beautiful.”
Her coat, a rich ebony, stretched along her lithe body, coloring her in the purest of midnights. Locks of matching tendrils billowed elegantly and the wind and, peeking out from behind the veil of her forelock amber eyes met his own made of onyx. He saw not a mistake. He saw design.
More than what he could say for himself. Pink and puckered his face would always be the cause of fright. There was no hiding the scars of his past, not the truth of his present. With one eye already blind he awoke each dawn with the fear that, one day, he would lose the other. Had it not been for the cruelty of his father’s disgust at his son’s crooked nose, he might have lived a much different life.
But it was not to be.
Her words were calming to him and, though he turned the hideousness of his face away from her, he remained to listen to her. She was just as uncomfortable as he was, it seemed. Though, to him, he could not see a reason for it. Even despite her flaws she was…
“Beautiful.”
The word falls past his lips before he could stop it, riding upon the tail end of her spoken name.
It didn’t matter what others had thought about her in the past. She was imperfectly perfect, and it pained him to think that people were so cruel to look upon her with such unwarranted distaste. Though she was bent slightly askew, and though she was missing pieces, she was beautiful.
“Erinys,” he spoke her name in acknowledgement of it. “Hear me now and believe my words. You are beautiful.”
Her coat, a rich ebony, stretched along her lithe body, coloring her in the purest of midnights. Locks of matching tendrils billowed elegantly and the wind and, peeking out from behind the veil of her forelock amber eyes met his own made of onyx. He saw not a mistake. He saw design.
More than what he could say for himself. Pink and puckered his face would always be the cause of fright. There was no hiding the scars of his past, not the truth of his present. With one eye already blind he awoke each dawn with the fear that, one day, he would lose the other. Had it not been for the cruelty of his father’s disgust at his son’s crooked nose, he might have lived a much different life.
But it was not to be.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Erinys]