a perfect contradiction • lrh

introduction

Radiating like the sun but crashing like the thunder.

Sweet like honey but leaves a lingering sour aftertaste on the back of your tongue.

He was like a swirling, high tide flooding the empty sands tossing and turning every rock and grain of sand in its path. But sometimes, he could be so gentle it felt like a light shower of rain covering your skin in a thousand little kisses.

From the ground up he stood at just over six foot two, with long defined legs, muscular pale skinned arms and broad shoulders which carried the weight of the world and the burden from his past.

His hands are dainty, soft and clad with silver rings which linger leaving goosebumps and causing a shiver to wave over.

Nail polish littered his fingernails never staying perfect for long. Chip by chip picked off as anxiety raced around his head and anger coarsed through his veins.

Hands, knuckles that have been bruised a few too many times were found usually shoved deep into his hoodie pocket.

Invisible is what he wanted to be. A dark grey hoodie covered his torso, the hood pulled over his forehead and rests on his brown cap. Tight fitting jeans covered his legs finished off with a pair of well loved black converse.

His ocean blue eyes held you captive, impossible to look away, impossible to not drown in them.

Soft, tight blond curls bounced on his head, a perfect length that only accentuated his delicate features more.

Pretty pink lips that concealed a smile brighter than any light, a smile that had the power to rid of any darkness or badness the world had to offer.

The thing was, the world had not seen this smile in a long time. His lips very rarely turned up at the edges anymore. Instead faint lines appeared furrowed on his forehead.

The beautiful, melodic laugh that used to escape his rose lips had fallen dormant, silent and he had lost all hope he would ever laugh again.

From the outside he looked collected, calm almost angel-like but on the inside he was facing the darkest storm needing a ray of light to save him.

He is Luke Robert Hemmings.

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From head to toe she was only five foot four.

Deep auburn, wavy hair (that lightens in summer and glows the most gorgeous orange hues in autumn) cascades and rests on her lower back. Usually left to blow in the wind and very rarely tied up unless she is about to sleep.

Her face shows an innocent girl with eyes pale blue-almost a tint of grey, that stare at the world with hope that the world is not all bad; eyes that try and see the good, the light and the best in everyone and everything, despite her own turmoil back home.

Her slightly olive-tanned skin is filled with warmth and subtly dotted with tiny freckles.

On her wrist, sits a thin bracelet that obscures the view to the words of her tattoo. Dainty fingers filed to a perfect round shape carefully painted in the same light, baby blue she always wears.

She doesn't have the greatest fashion sense. Keeping up with the trends wasn't for her. Washed blue mom jeans were a staple in her wardrobe, turned up just enough to see her silver anklet and her flower ankle tattoo. She usually wears this with a cropped tee usually with some sort of flower detail and a comfortable flannel or her favorite pink denim jacket. To complete the outfit she either wears her doc martens or her favourite pair of converse: her pink converse.

She isn't completely comfortable in her skin or confident in herself but she tries to not let it get to her(instead she lets it build until she can't anymore).

Her sweet pink slightly rounded lips smile at everyone she passes warming the hearts of those it is directed too.

Little do they know it is taking everything in her to not fall apart.

She is Eleanor Grace Emerson.

a/n
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