His long, lovely locks of hair bluer than the sky... When the wind picks up, it flies in the breeze, unrestrained by anything, not even a hand. Oh, how I would love to entangle one of my hands in that hair, but knowing him, if I tried, I'd end up pulling back a stump.
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Those eyes... Innocent, trusting, caring. If only he would look at me as he did the others. All I see in them when he looks at me is jealousy, nervousness... Until he looks at my hair; then he spaces out completely. He's quite a strange guy.
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Ever steady and unmoving; nothing _ever_ seems to bother him. What goes on in that mind of his? Has he _really_ lost his emotions? I know he has a reason to not exactly he a cheerful person, but that's not a good excuse to try to shake off his humanity! I wish he would say something to me... Hell, I wish he'd say something to _ANYBODY_! ... well, except for threats to enemies and snide little comments after a battle, but those don't really count.
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I may have the power to destroy, but he has something that would overcome all else: the absolute power, the power to protect what is precious. He unknowingly forced me to realize that I… that I… I. Am. Nothing. But. A. Coward. All I've done after that day two years ago was close off myself the world, looking for a power that I didn't have back then and gaining nothing. Absolutely _nothing_! If only I...!
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He looks at me across the table as Ashton _finally_ passes out, completely hammered. Even Gyoro and Ururun look a little buzzed. Dammit, looks like I have to pay Precis twenty Fol now... How on earth did _she_ know he'd get this drunk and pass out by the end of the night?!
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He looks at Ashton. He doesn't look all too happy either. He mutters something about twenty Fol and Precis. I don't think I want to know more about this...
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I finally turn my attention to Dias, who's gaze _still_ hasn't left me. Funny, I swear I see a little flicker of emotion in his face... and it isn't contempt or dislike either. It's almost as if... No, no, couldn't be... He couldn't even remotely... _like_ me, could he?
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He looks… no, not horrified, not frightened, but rather... surprised. He tries desperately to regain his composure and slaps on a weak smile. I'll be damned; maybe he really doesn't hate me! Maybe, just maybe...
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... I'm not out of his league…?
"[T]he absolute power, the power to protect" - Like I could resist an obvious Wild ARMs reference. ^_~
Drunken Ashton - Ashton, better know as Comic Relief Boy! ^_^ And no, I don't know _where_ that came from either.
And now, your moment of Z- (Rudy: Hey, don't rip off the Daily Show!) Er... Moment of Tao? ^^;;
"He unknowingly forced me to realize that I… that I… I. Am. Nothing. But. A. Coward."
Ted (Dias) He also forced me to talk. Like. Shatner.
Rudy (Id): DIE, COWARD! You're next, Fei!
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