FlashBlake

Second part of "Life, Love, and Shotguns"

         I looked down at the bitterly sweet looking boy cowering in the corner. His fear of those fat headed idiots bluntly obvious. I asked him if he was alright, but he just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I would imagine he'd be shaken up after that. I ask him yet again if he's alright, and I finally get a response.
         "Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine." he says shakily mixed with something I can't quite read. I smile slightly glad that I was able to protect him. He looks so...delicate and...fragile. He's an almost completely pure white color. There's a dark ring of eyeliner under his eyes that's a perfect contrast to his porcelain looking skin. His eyes gleam a demon shade of red, but have no evil in them whatsoever.
         It's more like secretive and innocent yet strong even though he's still shaking. His dark black hair, in the light, has a rich brown tint. It falls just over his face so that I can just barely see his dark ringed eyes. I want to just reach down and push it out of his face to see more of his fragile pale features, but I resisted and put that thought aside. He wore several bracelets, but I could see scars sticking out so slightly from under several  of them.
         I look at his trembling hands again, and under one of the bracelets that managed to slip down his wrist I see a new cut. Not too deep, but it definitely bled. "Uhm...I-I'm Rarian...heh..." He said sounding slightly nervous. As soon as he spoke I was snapped out of my thoughts. I realized I had been staring at him...oops. "Oh, uh yeah, I-I'm Blake" I said blushing slightly for staring at him.
                                TO BE CONTINUED