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His hair tumbles into his eyes, which are large and unsure underneath the impish glint any and every boy seems to have when encountering a seemingly innocent girl. His cheekbones are high and sharp, leaving a hollow right below, skin stretched taut as a drum, smooth, perfect. He’s pretty, in a sharp and scary way. It would be cliché to compare him to an elven lord, and not entirely accurate, but the comparison does come to mind. More than anything he reminds me of my childhood favorites, only darker. Peter Pan, only more true to the characteristics most young boys with freedom share. Robin Hood, but not just a cute, kind fox. He’s quick and sharp, intelligent despite the face full of metal that draws disapproving stares from the upstanding citizens of Nottingham. Which, of course, he receives with great pride. I, however, cower at their burning gazes. While he flaunts his darkness in the light, I use mine to better blend into the shadows. He is everything I wish I could be. Around him, that girl slowly comes out. I was always told I was exceptional, above average in every subject for as long as I could remember, an intellectual. Apparently even intellectuals can be taken down by a devilish grin and the promise of trouble.

Author's Note

Again, I know this is nowhere near a complete anything, I just want feedback on what I've got.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

I like your flow. And do not discount the benefit of "not finishing" anything. Sometimes, for some writers, our obsession with "how bad" we are becomes a motivational force, catapulting us out of mediocrity.

I am looking forward to see where this story goes.

[Gray]

I don't think its bad at all. You can write you just don't have the stamina it takes to finish anything (according to you). Maybe in your next chapter he can slip on ice cream and pass away a few days later. That would help end the story real fast. :)

[Gray]

From one alien to another you have great potential.

[😂]

she's gr8 !