Till the world ends {any}

[Kushiel]

Kushiel looked perfect. He looked like a god damn daydream. His hair glistened and sparkled, whether with real fire or plain old animal magnetism was anyone’s guess. But, as the wise would tell you, appearances could be deceiving. The gray stallion crackled with something else as well, something volatile and strange that lashed out at odd moments.

Not even the man himself could predict which way his mood would blow.

Hot then cold, usually hot that just got hotter. Still, life was more fun when it was a little dangerous. He preferred reality to peel up at the edges, liked it to singe slightly with the heat of his gaze. As it was, winter was no problem for Kushiel. He almost welcomed the cold. It was like a compress to his burning and writhing mind. It cooled him off by several degrees, like a bucket of ice water dumped over a teenage boy.

Needless to say, it was a welcome relief.

Most only knew passion once or twice in their life. It flamed into existence then burned out like lighter fluid poured across too little paper. But, that was how it was meant to be. It wasn’t normal, wasn’t natural to feel that fire all the time. Kushiel did. He was getting better at finding distractions, better at cooling off before he flamed out. Some days were better than others. All days were better with distraction.

Today was a bad day, and so he was more than happy find his distraction. A skinny, sickly looking boy. Kushiel smirked, his teeth flashing and eyes over bright. A pervert or a wolf, it was anyone’s guess. Kushiel rather hoped they just thought him insane. He wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Kushiel made his way to the newcomer and smirked.

“Has your Ma not been feeding you, son?” Kushiel was well aware that this kid was old enough not to need his Ma. Or at least, he certainly should have been old enough to eat without a woman’s supervision. From the look of him, that might not be the case. Another bright smile, just to show that he was friendly.