Drabble by Psycho!Self
Feb. 2nd, 2011 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
biggeloisThe Devil is in the Details. II
The day is beautiful. The sun shimmers through my windows, caresses his skin with golden dust. His eyes, I could write sonnets about them. Fiery green, sparkling with anger. With fear. But he's not crying.
I pull the drapes wider, drown him in light. The perfect light for my perfect canvas. For a moment I think of letting him speak, but I'm afraid that will ruin my mood. Make my hands shake. I cannot allow that. I need to be careful. So, not yet.
The sun reflects like a brilliant star in the polished metal. Soon, he'll sing for me.
The day is beautiful. The sun shimmers through my windows, caresses his skin with golden dust. His eyes, I could write sonnets about them. Fiery green, sparkling with anger. With fear. But he's not crying.
I pull the drapes wider, drown him in light. The perfect light for my perfect canvas. For a moment I think of letting him speak, but I'm afraid that will ruin my mood. Make my hands shake. I cannot allow that. I need to be careful. So, not yet.
The sun reflects like a brilliant star in the polished metal. Soon, he'll sing for me.