The sun is unbearable, its unyielding, obscene light blinding and pure. The immense, scathing heat of the midday is provoked by its radiance, causing the ground below to simmer slowly with its scalding incandescence. A single bead of sweat brushes across his youthful cheek, staining the russet hair that lay so neatly against the curve of his jawline. His nostrils flare and his chest heaves with a soft but heavy sigh, his mismatched eyes peering across the barren plain, as lengthy tendrils of wheat delicately stroke the length of his wiry legs and the soft line of his underbelly. The day is young, yet undeniably droll and without luster. It is too quiet, sans the distant echo of chirping and the quiet bubbling of a nearby brook, and he cannot stifle the irritation simmering in his blood.
Though a flickering ember continually burns inside of him, aching for release, yearning to be wielded, he has managed some semblance on control - for the most part, at least. He is certain that a part of him, deep inside where the lining of his delicate tissue meets the heavy pounding of his beating heart, is burnt - damaged, with any and all tangible emotion deformed by the biting flames that burn within. The thought nearly draws a faint smile to his pale lips, his teeth bared beneath the gleaming light of day.
He is suddenly torn from his reverie as a glimmer of soft gold and blinding magenta seemingly shivers beneath the bleak sunlight, and a huff of discontent emerges from his parted lips - he is intrigued. Trickling beads of sweat slide along the length of his thick, broad neck as he moves forward towards the flicker of color - he is sizable, much like his own father - a force to be reckoned with as his gangling legs and awkward limbs gave way to the heavily muscled girth of his heritage. Though he is still young, testosterone surges within his veins, and with it, an insatiable craving for something awry.
"You," he muses thoughtfully as his eyes - one a deep, endless brown and the other a vivid, blinding red - observe the much smaller individual. As his gaze bores into him, a painful heat exudes from the mass of his body, easily scalding the unaware male standing before him. "you don't belong here."
Though a flickering ember continually burns inside of him, aching for release, yearning to be wielded, he has managed some semblance on control - for the most part, at least. He is certain that a part of him, deep inside where the lining of his delicate tissue meets the heavy pounding of his beating heart, is burnt - damaged, with any and all tangible emotion deformed by the biting flames that burn within. The thought nearly draws a faint smile to his pale lips, his teeth bared beneath the gleaming light of day.
He is suddenly torn from his reverie as a glimmer of soft gold and blinding magenta seemingly shivers beneath the bleak sunlight, and a huff of discontent emerges from his parted lips - he is intrigued. Trickling beads of sweat slide along the length of his thick, broad neck as he moves forward towards the flicker of color - he is sizable, much like his own father - a force to be reckoned with as his gangling legs and awkward limbs gave way to the heavily muscled girth of his heritage. Though he is still young, testosterone surges within his veins, and with it, an insatiable craving for something awry.
"You," he muses thoughtfully as his eyes - one a deep, endless brown and the other a vivid, blinding red - observe the much smaller individual. As his gaze bores into him, a painful heat exudes from the mass of his body, easily scalding the unaware male standing before him. "you don't belong here."
Levi
precarious son of offspring & isle.