closed starter for @indu1ge
There's something insidious about this kind of beauty, the way he carries himself, like a barely humanoid thing, fluttering across the blue tinged gardens like a moth chasing after wisps of light, like he could float, like his feet hover just above ground as gravity itself could not hope to tether him. Pale moonlight sits in a halo atop the pale crown of his head, sanctifying, and like a winter river, the hair cascades the delicately sculpted arch of his shoulders onto the small table, blending into the silk of his gown.
The little nymph-like creature waves a finger at her, beckoning with a sheepish smile and heavy-lidded eyes, the rind of docility lining his mouth offering a danger of its own. "Lady Miharu, Lady Miharu," he coos too sweetly, sing-songy, almost cloying, like a child nagging for attention—and once he has what he wants, he softens. "Lady Miharu, I hear you're so very wise," he’s rearranging an array of tea sets, carefully, tactfully, with hands too soft to have ever yielded a sword, to have ever yielded anything rough or heavy, mindful of the fine porcelain, fabricating reasons to hold her attention hostage. "I had the most unpleasant disagreement with a friend earlier... surely, you of all people would able to enlighten me," his gaze drops to the cup, a plume of white-ash smoke curling against his rosy cheeks as he runs his finger idly along the rim. "I think most behaviors could be excusable if you’re bored enough... boredom is a torture method, after all. It's why no live organism can exist sanely under prolonged conditions of complete isolation," he peers up at her through gauzy lashes, all doe eyes and curiosity. "What do you think?"
