03-18-2026, 12:39 PM
bael
The strangest thing about her, he thinks, is that she hasn’t left. That she seems some kind of glutton for punishment, the way she lingers, goes on talking. Like maybe there’s some part of her that craves indifference. Or maybe there’s some part of her that thinks she’ll change it. Change it with her beauty, her softness, those pretty, pretty eyes.
He considers her question, can’t think of any counter-argument. “I guess,” he mutters and rolls a shoulder in a kind of shrug. What’s off about him? Nothing that he can think of, really. But they live in different worlds, that much is obvious, so he supposes there are probably several things that she could point to as being off about him. He is an ugly thing, she is a beautiful thing, the two are not meant to interact and perhaps that’s why she seems so strange.
“I’m not used to beautiful things,” he tells her. And he says it so plainly that it’s evident in his tone that it had not been meant as a compliment, merely an observation. Anyone who looked at her could tell she was beautiful, just as anyone who looked at him could tell he was ugly. “So, in that way, you are absolutely the strangest thing I’ve ever met.”
He glances at the water, wonders if he should just continue on with what he’d had planned despite her still standing there. Clearly he has no issue with being rude. But it takes a tremendous amount of concentration, still, to send his ice across the entire surface of the water. So, finally, he surrenders and turns from the river to face her fully.
“Bet you’re not used to ugly things,” he says, “so, in that way, bet I’m one of the stranger things you’ve met.”
He considers her question, can’t think of any counter-argument. “I guess,” he mutters and rolls a shoulder in a kind of shrug. What’s off about him? Nothing that he can think of, really. But they live in different worlds, that much is obvious, so he supposes there are probably several things that she could point to as being off about him. He is an ugly thing, she is a beautiful thing, the two are not meant to interact and perhaps that’s why she seems so strange.
“I’m not used to beautiful things,” he tells her. And he says it so plainly that it’s evident in his tone that it had not been meant as a compliment, merely an observation. Anyone who looked at her could tell she was beautiful, just as anyone who looked at him could tell he was ugly. “So, in that way, you are absolutely the strangest thing I’ve ever met.”
He glances at the water, wonders if he should just continue on with what he’d had planned despite her still standing there. Clearly he has no issue with being rude. But it takes a tremendous amount of concentration, still, to send his ice across the entire surface of the water. So, finally, he surrenders and turns from the river to face her fully.
“Bet you’re not used to ugly things,” he says, “so, in that way, bet I’m one of the stranger things you’ve met.”
( they won’t muzzle the mouth that just bit ya )
@Empyreal