DarkRinoa96

The boy lays on the bed, sleeping. His skin is white like porcelain and looks as if it might break if you touched it. It is offset by his colorful hair and gauntlets of such a brilliant vermilion that they appear to be on fire. His eyes open at a sound from the hall. Their green irises, sparkling like a stream, are filled with innocence. Soft candle light filters through the door. The boy on the bed opens his mouth to speak. "No matter how much you may want to see me, this isn't the way to get my attention." The boy's green counterpart, eyes full of malice, steps into the small room, the candle light flickering over his harsh features. He w