Yeah, I think I get it. I didn't mean for him to be aloof, Cole just doesn't really know how to talk to people. The temper and anti-socialness is all sleep deprivation. I've had insomnia in the past, so I was trying to replicate the new of personality I developed whenever I hadn't slept enough...
Name: Nicholas McLean
Nicknames: Cole
Age: 15
Godly Parent: Phobos
Gender: male
Sexuality: asexual
Affiliation: Halfbloods
Appearance: Cole is abnormally short for his age, with pale skin that really makes the dark circles around his eyes stand out. He has very light blond hair...
Oh, thanks. I wrote it in English, when my teacher decided to let us do whatever we want, but she turned on music and I couldn't concentrate. It was hard enough trying to describe my mindset in the first place, because it's not really something I think about, but obnoxiously loud country music...
For some reason, this made Seth feel angry. Really angry. His hand dived into his pocket, rubbing his stone as if that would solve everything. "I don't care," He told himself, then flinched.
No. No, no, no! He did care, he did! Why was he breathing so fast? He tried to slow down, but his body...
Seth froze. Was he going to die now? Why did it matter? "Eejit!" He snapped, slapping himself again. "Of course it bloody matters!"
But it didn't. He was going to die and nobody would care. Well, maybe the new guy would be pleased with himself, but that was it.
It was burning. Screaming. Why was there screaming? "What?" Seth said stupidly, snapping out of it. "Yeah, I'm not stupid."
That was a lie. He was stupid, so very, very stupid, for finding that endearing. Sighing, he started to move in the opposite direction, chanting, 'I don't like Eric.' to...
'Why does that make me feel... Lonely?' Seth smiled victoriously and tried not to think about it. "Thanks," He mumbled without thinking, then slapped himself for being stupid.
He wasn't allowed to like people. If he liked people, he might start loving them and he knew how that ended. Seth...
Seth glowered suspiciously. "Didn't you hear a bloody word I said, eejit?" He spat, hoping to rile up Eric and get himself killed before the numbness asserted itself.
He didn't want to die, either, but it was a better idea than trying to tear someone's throat out with his obnoxiously sharp...
"I'm on the 'bog off, you bloody wanker, I'm trying to hide' side." Seth shrugged nonchalantly, but his voice was filled with fear.
Not fear of the armed man before him, but fear of the lack of caring. At least he was going to die before he could do anything. He wasn't going to walk in his...
Seth did as he was told, spinning on the tips of his feet. Bizarrely, it made him think the horrible days when his grandmother tried to teach him ballet. Why, he didn't know. He looked over the person before him once, then started looking for a way out. A sinking feeling welled up inside him...
When his heartbeat finally calmed, Seth cautiously crawled out of the bush, looking left and right several times before he stood up. As far as he could see, there was no-one around, but he didn't have the best eyesight in the world. He fumbled for the familiar weight of what he referred to as...
Black and white, I'm colourblind
An absolute, concrete mind
Yes or no, without an inbetween
Not a shade of grey to be seen
The pain is black, the numbness white
A skewed perception of wrong and right
All I've ever felt, will ever feel
Just a delusion, an illusion, unreal