Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140525225153

He held her against him. His eyes, that deep, dark, nearly black blue that were always so soul less, so dead, took in the blush on her cheeks. The smile she had. His ears, so used to hearing the cries of battle and the monotony of negotiating a contract, heard the happiness in her voice. Nox leaned down, gently kissing her cheek, holding her naked form against his.

"Anytime..." He whispered into her ear. "Anytime you feel down, anytime you need to hear it..." The scarred teen labled as a monster by so many left the sentence unfinished. There was no more that needed to be said...but he had his own insecurities.

"And...how about me? Why am I not...appalling to you? So many..." He tried not to wince as memories flashed through his mind. Of children glaring at him, young, cherubic faces filled with hate. Of woman screaming that he was a demon, that he should be put down like a dog as they held their loved ones. Of wreckage of that one orphanage... "So many people hate me...so many people are scared, are afraid. So many think I'm just...inhuman...worse than the Grimm....worse than a monster...so why don't you?"