((Here is that thing Ive been working on......Not really sure where it came from, though. My mind is a myriad these days. I might make it a Fanfic or something or something...I dunno...Anywho, tell me what you think...How it makes you feel [besides confused XD] o3o)) “Filthy.” He seethes, staring at the man staring back at him with disgust. The person before him was dirty. Not on the surface--no. The façade he bore was very clean…maybe too clean, seemingly overcompensating for the depravity that resided within that empty shell of a man. It was what permeated his very core that was disgusting. “Filthy.” He repeated icily, the person before him repeating his words right back at him soundlessly. His features harden; his sculptured lips pressed into a grim line; his arctic blue gaze causing the room’s temperature to fall several degrees below zero. He turned away, unable to face his reflection any longer…He needed a bath—desperately so. Maybe if he scrubbed hard enough, some of the filth would dissipate, and he wouldnt have to remember /that/ anymore… His shower was long; harsh; his skin reddened from the merciless abrasion and scalding it endured mere moments ago. It stung terribly as the cool air glided across his hyper-sensitive skin as he stepped out of the still-steamy shower—he welcomed the pain. Despite all his scrubbing, however, nothing changed. He avoided the large bathroom mirror like the plague, squeezing his blue eyes shut as he scurried into the bedroom like a frightened animal. Not even bothering to dry himself off, he dropped his less-than-average-height, well toned, muscular frame onto the bed stark naked and dripping wet, hissing as his raw flesh clashed with the soft fabric of the immaculately white, too-clean sheets. Again, he welcomed the pain; it was nothing less than what he deserved. He’d joined the Scouting Legion at the request of a certain blonde, too tall for his own good such a long time ago, yet still, he couldnt rid himself of these harrowing memories of the past…So many of his comrades had fallen since then, so why was this time any different? It was time to let go, right? So why couldnt he? He turned on his side, still haunted by his memories, and curled up into a fetal position as if in an attempt to shut out the world…but to no avail, for mere moments later, a very unwelcome, very loud knock banged against the wooden door of his bedroom, the rather irritating sound reverberating throughout the room with no signs of letting up. He heaved an exasperated sigh and pulled the sheets over him, covering the essentials. “What the hell are you bothering me for?” He snapped at the unknown person on the other side of the door, running a hand through his still-wet, raven locks. After a long pause, he continued, deadpan. “It’s open.”
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 17:43:04 +0000
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