Sun Child |✔|

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You said there was no beauty within you. 

You were a candle devoid of spark. 

So you set all your feelings on fire, 

In the hopes it would light up your dark. 

You said there was no beauty within you 

You were an ocean whose depths had run dry,

So you filled all the cracks in your laughter 

With the flood of tears you would cry.

And I wish that the beauty within you,

Hadn't cause you to view life with doubt,

Because you said there was no beauty within you,

But there sure is no beauty without. 

-e.h. 

***

I'm awake.

Staring.

I've never seen Atlas's sleeping face before.

Never noticed that the lines upon his skin were not from smiling. Were not laugher lines.

They were anger.

Anger that had long been sketched upon his features- sewn in to create a perminate fracture.

Now his lines were smooth.

Creased out and even as he took in deep, solid breaths.

Now a different feature distorted his face.

Paint.

I smiled, but I knew I was barely holding in the panic that I felt.

I wanted to wake him.

The ticking of the clock, each small click of sound, had my heart pounding louder and louder as I watched the already dry paint, become even more permenant to his skin.

I waited though.

Because I had never seen Atlas's sleeping face.

More minutes passed before I detected a small flicker of his eyelid.

A groan.

A crack of creaking bones as he stretches out his stiff muscles.

Then his dark blue eyes turn to me.

And the lines join in with the paint.

He's frowning. Already.

"Good morning." I whisper the words, afraid because I can smell something off. He's mad.

"You put a shirt on."

I blink back my surprise and look down at my covered skin.

"Um..."

Atlas sighs and puts a hand over his eyes, rubbing the sleep away.

"I was hoping to wake up before you. So I could....," He stops suddenly as he stares blankly at the ceiling.

There is a silence between us. It's broken as I whisper, "Perv."

Atlas's head whips in my direction, his eyes blazing out gold as a low growl strangles out of his throat.