He had strange tattoos underneath his eyes as well, colored a light red. It oddly complimented his blue hair. His nose was slightly upturned and sloped. As I continued to brush the tears off of his face, I just found myself staring at him. It was my first time ever seeing his face... I know it's rude to just stare, but... how could I not? Even with the red face and tears he was beautiful, which was really strange as people are usually pretty darn ugly when they cry. My kimono sleeve was soon soaked and after a moment I heaved a long sigh, exhausted.
"Jeez..." Mm, should I say it? I doubt it would get him to open his eyes and actually look at me, but... "You're breaking my heart here, Blue."
His mouth opened, as if to say something, but he closed it and turned his head away.
"I thought we were friends! You see my eyes all the time, why can't I see yours?" I placed my hands on my hips and leaned over, looking at his face. Now that the mask was gone I couldn't not look at him. When I speak, I always look people in the eyes. "I get it that you're "cursed" but that's something the villagers say! There's no way a four year old could kill a freaking army-you'd have to have some sort of superpower and last I checked you weren't Deadpool. You're more Batman than anything." I was referencing Deadpool's regenerative ability.
I blinked when Blue brought a hand up to his face, his lips curling back as he choked back a sob. Oh god, did he really-? I'm making things worse! No! I'm supposed to be comforting him not hurting him!
"H-Hey-" I knelt down on the ground beside him when he fell to his knees. I reached a hand out, but he recoiled, shaking his head wildly. I pulled my hand back, alarmed and hurt, but probably not nearly as pained as he is right now. "Blue?"
"You'll... You'll hate me." He bit out, eyes squeezed shut tightly as the tears continued to fall. He was trembling and it was then that I realized he was probably reliving horrible memories. I could feel my own eyes start to burn, my lips curling back as my teeth ground together. My chest throbbed painfully as I wondered what he'd been through and how he must have felt, how much he must feel at this moment. "I... I never..." I waited for him to finish, my hand still dangling in the air, but he never he said, "If you know what... I can do... you'll leave. You won't... be... my friend anymore." Blue looked like he was ready to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. "I'm a monster..."
I bit my lip, fighting against my own tears, and I quickly reached out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. "Stop calling yourself that! You aren't a monster! A-And besides, I already said I'm not leaving you alone!" All this freaking drama... damn it, Blue. I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to. "We're friends and... that won't change." I'm sorry for making things worse. I'm sorry I can't say anything that will make you feel better. I-I'm sorry... that I couldn't get those guys to stop saying their hurtful words. I'm so sorry.
Blue's arms hung at his side for a long moment, making me wonder if I should pull away, but after a few more seconds he lifted them and wrapped them around me, returning the embrace and accepting the hug. His chin rested on my shoulder for a few moments before he slowly raised his head, causing me to pull away a little as he looked at me.
Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
They were the most beautiful and most sorrowful pair of eyes I had ever seen, yet at the same time they were sparkling almost like a child who was gazing at the outside world for the first time. But now, at least, I finally understood why people seemed to be scared of him. His amber orbs were mixed with tints of blue, seeming to nearly glow in the dark, and instead of it being round his pupil was slit and reminded me greatly of a cat's. They weren't human eyes...

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The Knights and the Princess
FantasyShe wasn't quite sure what to make of her situation. Suddenly appearing in a time that was oddly reminiscent of different time, what was she supposed to believe or do? With talks of mystical "curses" and dragons, and war and death every time you tur...