Planets (PruAus)

Mercury

I knew from the moment I met Gilbert that he was a whirlwind of a man.

Always twisting and turning and picking up things he never knew or realized, a great tornado which created rather than destroyed, a tornado who's center held within it a beautiful nirvana. On the surface, to anyone too foolish to take the time to know him, he was a natural disaster. Arrogant and condescending, self-absorbed to say the least. A brute and a ruffian, and a little bit of an alcoholic.

But, those who did know him, those who had been grwaced by whatever diety they chose to follow, got to know his beauty, the beauty he was blissfully unaware of.

As I said before, he was tornado with nirvana at it's center. Heaven, a utopia, a flawlessly beautiful, wonderous place, the likes of which I will never find again. He wads intelligent, sweet, and really quite endearing at times, as loving as a child and just as trusting.

I was always amazed at how easily Gilbert trusted. He had so much faith in people, so much love for them, that he had no fears. None at all, dare I say. Not to mentin he was handsome and simply unique in an ethereal, heart-stopping way that somehow made you stop breathing completely but feel more alive than you ever had.

I remember the night we met, the night that would forever change he and I. He came up to me and proudly introduced himself as the 'awesome' Gilbert Beilschmidt, throwing a confident hand out to me. Being as nearly as arrogant as he, I refused to shake his hand. He seemed stupid and foolish to me at the time, none of which gave me reason to speak to him. So, I turned from him and continued my walk home, light of the moon and the lamplights illuminating my feet.

It was several moments after, however, that I heard footsteps which didn't match my own. Of course, I was fearful for my life, as anyone would be when walking alone late at night. So I decided to turn around and confront the stalker, also as anyone would do. After a good amount of yelling and accusations on my part, the man, this Gilbert, began to laugh. Loudly.

It was... enrapturing, to say the least.

His laugh was warm and thick and genuine and made you feel as if you could crawl inside of the sound itself and make it a home.

However, once I recovered from the sound, I took a step back. Gilbert was laughing quite loudyly at me and the warmth of it made my heart twitch in ways I didn't know it could, and that infuriated me. Not to mention the fact that I still believed he was stalking me. But, as I stepped back, his laughter died immediately and he took a step forward, face and body finding their way into the light of a street lamp and I was finally able to see his features properly.

Messy, parted, silvery hair hung on his head in a wonderfully shaggy, easy style. His skin, though pale, was smooth and creamy and reminiscent of a porcelain doll. And his eyes, oh god those eyes, they gave me chills. A hauntingly deep, deep brown so dark they seemed red, bore into me and shocked me to my core, holding me within his grasp and he hadn't so much as said a single word. His body was hidden by a well-word, patched black coat, and even then I could talk he was wonderfully built, well-muscled arms and long, strong legs. All in all, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

However his face was pulled into great concern.

At me.

"Oh shit, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm really sorry," He said, eyes going a little wide with large hands shaking about in front of him. "I just ah-" he paused and let out a little chuckle that sent shockwaves through my spine and into my head. "I was at the bar you were playing at and yknow... You're really talented." He smiled, and knees wobbled which, understandably, made me furious.

"Well you couldn't have found a better way to tell me that instead of stalking me?" I retorted, his smile and my twisting stomach and my sweaty palms that it caused making me rather irate.