Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jun 25, 2014 5:12:47 GMT -6
There is nothing prettier in the world, than untouched, unscarred skin.
At least that's what occupied Cesare's mind as he removed his clothes before slipping into the warm, steaming waters at the Ardent Basin. His own skin was as far from smooth and unscarred as you can possibly imagine, but unlike some, he wore the history of his life on his back. You could read it like an open book - the times he almost got away from the whip and when he did not. The worst one had still not healed well and went as a snake from his left shoulder, all the way down to the right hip. If someone did not know better, they would think of him as a battered veteran from a war no one remembered or knew the name of.
Other scars had claimed his body too, but these did not hide the fact the he was a handsome man. Light, blue eyes caught a glimpse of the others, before shyness forced them down in fear that someone would notice the lack of a black pupil in his eye. If these scars were made by a sword, I could be proud of them, he thought. Now I only wear them in shame. And so his thoughts spun, round and round, deeper and deeper into the past as the future and present slipped away. It was not until somone new entered the basin, that he could pull himself out of his own misery.
A woman, simple and plain, but with skin like velvet and eyes to match. Seeing someone so divine, so out of this world, knocked him right off the pattern of thought he was twisting himself in. Trying not to stare too much (and to give himself something else to do than just look creepy), he began to wash off the dust on his arms and upper body.
It is almost too much for a poor soul to witness such raw beauty,
but as the eyes have a mind of their own,
the pale blue soon searhed for the godess again.
OOC- Oh yeah, bring on the creepy Chez!
I would love if someone could torment or make him more uncomfortable than he already is,
because it is so much fun
Show me your worst!
At least that's what occupied Cesare's mind as he removed his clothes before slipping into the warm, steaming waters at the Ardent Basin. His own skin was as far from smooth and unscarred as you can possibly imagine, but unlike some, he wore the history of his life on his back. You could read it like an open book - the times he almost got away from the whip and when he did not. The worst one had still not healed well and went as a snake from his left shoulder, all the way down to the right hip. If someone did not know better, they would think of him as a battered veteran from a war no one remembered or knew the name of.
Other scars had claimed his body too, but these did not hide the fact the he was a handsome man. Light, blue eyes caught a glimpse of the others, before shyness forced them down in fear that someone would notice the lack of a black pupil in his eye. If these scars were made by a sword, I could be proud of them, he thought. Now I only wear them in shame. And so his thoughts spun, round and round, deeper and deeper into the past as the future and present slipped away. It was not until somone new entered the basin, that he could pull himself out of his own misery.
A woman, simple and plain, but with skin like velvet and eyes to match. Seeing someone so divine, so out of this world, knocked him right off the pattern of thought he was twisting himself in. Trying not to stare too much (and to give himself something else to do than just look creepy), he began to wash off the dust on his arms and upper body.
It is almost too much for a poor soul to witness such raw beauty,
but as the eyes have a mind of their own,
the pale blue soon searhed for the godess again.
OOC- Oh yeah, bring on the creepy Chez!
I would love if someone could torment or make him more uncomfortable than he already is,
because it is so much fun
Show me your worst!
