Oct 17, 2016
“Why are they all staring?”
HARRY POTTER SENTENCE STARTERSÂ
“don’t look at me, you’re the head turner.”
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“Why are they all staring?”
HARRY POTTER SENTENCE STARTERSÂ
“don’t look at me, you’re the head turner.”
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Idle hands run through white locks, trying to fix wild strands that have taken to sticking out whichever way. Bedhead, probably not noticeable to anyone but himself. His hair was always a mess after all. It's a surprisingly calm day with nothing demanding his attention. A bit unsettling, but good for his war weary mind. He can be Morrison (No, not Jack. That is asking for too much right now. He can not allow himself to become that soft and gentle.) instead of 76. Sometimes you just had to set the mask you always wore aside. Get a breath of fresh air. Take a moment to find part of yourself.
He feels naked leaving his room without his jacket. Doesn't matter that he is dressed from head to toe, minus the visor. The symbol of his strength. His armor and his walls isn't there to complete him. Feet carry him to the place where he saw it last without a thought, hands rubbing sleep out of blue eyes. Another damn miracle. He stops short of barging into the common room, steps slowing until he comes at a halt in the door opening. What a curious sight, to see Genji shrugging on his jacket with such care.
I wonder what he's thinking.
Fascinating as it is to see the other admire himself with such childlike wonder, his personal discomfort urges him to make his presence known. Gruff his tone may be, it lacks any harshness. It is a simple question and the reaction to it pulls forth a tired smile, a soft amused snort, and a raised hand that waves away the apology.
“No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have left it laying around if I didn't want anyone to touch it.” Finally he enters with light steps, holding out a hand for his coat. “I'd like it back, however.”
"Did ya hear? The guy who invented knock-knock jokes won a No-bell prize."
"Do you trust me?"
      ❝…❞ He was quiet, looking at the Interface. At Rose. He didn’t trust the Moment, how could he? It was only a box and it had the power to wipe out planets. Not exactly trustworthy in his eyes. He didn’t even want to trust something that held such powers. Some day, when that power fell in the wrong hands, it would go wrong. Very, very wrong. And those hands could very likely be his. But the woman in front of him was Rose. His Rose. How could he say no to her? To this day he missed her. Knowing she was happy lifted a great weight of his shoulders, but it would never erase the sadness he felt when thinking back of his former companion.
      ❝You’re making it very hard to answer wearing that face.❞