fic for Summyre
Aug. 18th, 2007 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Written from the point of view of... well. this one's a bit hard to explain. Needless to say it's for an art trade.
He was rarely quiet.
Everything deserved to be railed at, you see; everything had faults, flaws and impurities visible enough to warrant interest, scrutiny, rejection. Furniture had cracks, perceptible to the naked humanoid eye and not; colors faded; creatures behaved in reprehensible ways as a matter of daily course. Even the sun was flawed, whether or not the shadows it produced by it’s absence were blamed officially.
He was rarely silent, the violet one - everything deserved his wrath, even the dark little thief he’d wrapped his mind around.
And if love for the morally grey boy was admitted in the quiet moments... well. The world didn’t have to know.
He was rarely quiet.
Everything deserved to be railed at, you see; everything had faults, flaws and impurities visible enough to warrant interest, scrutiny, rejection. Furniture had cracks, perceptible to the naked humanoid eye and not; colors faded; creatures behaved in reprehensible ways as a matter of daily course. Even the sun was flawed, whether or not the shadows it produced by it’s absence were blamed officially.
He was rarely silent, the violet one - everything deserved his wrath, even the dark little thief he’d wrapped his mind around.
And if love for the morally grey boy was admitted in the quiet moments... well. The world didn’t have to know.
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Date: 2007-08-18 11:49 pm (UTC)