"You know, perfection comes with a price," he said, hard gaze focused on the burning balls of gas in the sky as let a cloud of blue smoke creep lazily from his mouth. "Yeah, and what's that?" you asked, orbs flooded in awe at the man who was so willing to stand against the world. He could stand on the very edge of it and yet have no ounce of fear in his soul that would scream for him to step off. He'd simply jump off on his own free will. His hard gaze whipped in your direction, sharp and cunning like the fox he was. "You." -- Visit "About" page for a more detailed description