Auriel wallpaper full#
He had lightly tanned skin, thick dark hair that was just wavy enough, full soft lips, high cheekbones, and large light brown eyes that were flecked with green. He used to get manicures regularly, grooming every inch of his body to perfection, loving to walk past mirrors and know that even the briefest glimpse of himself looked like a magazine photo. He stared at his hands,īriefly contemplating the dirt beneath his nails. He walked back to his room and lay on his bed, curled up in a ball of long bony limbs. In fact, he dealt with hungover symptoms with more regularity than he even bothered to dressed himself or brushed his hair. This had become a ritual, a morning activity as familiar to him as dressing himself or brushing his hair. At this point in time, the idea of burning his face off didn't pose much of a threat. Warnings and safey regulations were printed and pasted in every corner, including upon the incinerator itself, and John Vincent had acted in at least three commercials that rose awareness over the course of his career. Incinerator accidents were common, but they were needed to sustain life. It wasn't something everyone did- having your face so close to such a dangerous item when your body was convulsing without you was incredibly stupid. It would be melted into glass, was a component in making what functioned as plastic, was found in almost all material from both his youth and this ship as well as food. Having grown up with incinerators that didn't simply incinerate, he rarely thought twice about the ash's eventual Then he opened up his opened up his incinerator and threw up in it. He tapped the sensor above his sink to turn it on and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. He walked to his kitchen, slowly, the picture of a hopeless old man at twenty-four. He stood up, slowly, beginning a battle between himself a stomach drowned in alcohol and wanting to save itself. When the alarm was that loud, it meant he had 30 minutes before he had to be at work. He sat up and touched his feed, screaming “STOP THE ALARM!” as loud as the alarm itself. He lay there until a piercing, electronic noise filled the room from speakers hidden inside the walls, so lound his bed vibrated. He groaned, softly, and turned over to hide his face in his pillow.
He felt it against his eyelids, casting a bright shadow against his private darkness. John Vincent Clark woke up alone in a room filled with a hot, orange light coming from a holo set to recreate a window effect. I just think all my characters are super interesting I am sorry :( Nothing is worse than reading an author's love letter to a character and I sort of fear this chapter is exactly that. NEEDS editing, there's a lot of sappy stuff that needs delicate handling I sort of ran through just to get done. I'll edit this throughout the week rather than just today. LMAO I HAVEN'T EVEN SPELL CHECKED THIS I'm not even going to tell anyone this is up XD I had my sister's graduation this Sunday which I forgot about and also feel like shit so I'm going to put my 1st draft up and go to bed.
0 kommentar(er)
