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poly_chromatic2012-07-15 06:43 pm
worldofourown) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-07-15 06:43 pm
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025 - Keep For Me Your Sweetness - Accidental Video
[ Under a shady tree, alone and huddled, is a young man. ]
[ In the dim sunlight, his profile is the same shape as Karl's. But the expression - the rumpled clothes and tangled hair - is completely not. There's no elegance. No sneering confidence or knife-sharp grins. Pale and trembling and slick with sweat, he looks on the verge of hyperventilating. Eyes wide with a million prayers, all hopeless. ]
[ Hearing a far-off noise, he jerks. His face is seen, full-on. ]
[ Karl's face. Yet not. Even in his most abject moments, Karl has never looked so boyish. So... innocent. His round eyes keep darting everywhere. As if the bushes and trees will jump at him. Looking at his babyish face, it's easy to trace the erosion of time and madness in the present-day Karl. Somewhere along the years, the big eyes have become half-lidded, something secret and sinister flickering in them. His mouth too, has acquired the hard, vicious quality of stamped tin. ]
[ This isn't Karl. but a stranger in his skin. Shell-shocked. Clueless. And scared out of his wits. ]
[ Over and over, he mumbles: ]
...I want to go home....I want to go home...
[OOC: Hit with The Years That Never Were, Karl has been cursed to his human, harmless (and Moe!) self, had he never met Diva, been forced to become a Chevalier, been used as a labrat and slowly been driven insane. Replies will come fromallmyhopes ]
[ In the dim sunlight, his profile is the same shape as Karl's. But the expression - the rumpled clothes and tangled hair - is completely not. There's no elegance. No sneering confidence or knife-sharp grins. Pale and trembling and slick with sweat, he looks on the verge of hyperventilating. Eyes wide with a million prayers, all hopeless. ]
[ Hearing a far-off noise, he jerks. His face is seen, full-on. ]
[ Karl's face. Yet not. Even in his most abject moments, Karl has never looked so boyish. So... innocent. His round eyes keep darting everywhere. As if the bushes and trees will jump at him. Looking at his babyish face, it's easy to trace the erosion of time and madness in the present-day Karl. Somewhere along the years, the big eyes have become half-lidded, something secret and sinister flickering in them. His mouth too, has acquired the hard, vicious quality of stamped tin. ]
[ This isn't Karl. but a stranger in his skin. Shell-shocked. Clueless. And scared out of his wits. ]
[ Over and over, he mumbles: ]
...I want to go home....I want to go home...
[OOC: Hit with The Years That Never Were, Karl has been cursed to his human, harmless (and Moe!) self, had he never met Diva, been forced to become a Chevalier, been used as a labrat and slowly been driven insane. Replies will come from
allmyhopes ]