Post by Ebony Wynter on Aug 6, 2007 15:58:28 GMT -5
It was still early in the day. Early enough for the air to be tinged with the coolness often found in autumn. Fog had framed the earth and the gentle landscape, but the sun was starting to burn it all away. Patches of the misty and mysterious entity still whirled and hovered in various parts of the school grounds. The sky was a crisp blue, and the colors of the leaves stood in stark contrast against it. Everything was a swirl of red, golds, and browns. A few piles were starting underneath the brown trunks of the trees, and when the breeze blew more of the leaves would plunge to their death. The breeze held the distinct sting that announced winter would approach soon. It also tangled the blue-black hair of a teenager.
Said teenager was tall, standing at 6'1, and very slender. His skin was glowing, pale, and flawless. The only parts of his face you would see were the delicate chin of his heart-shaped face and the full, pierced lips. The rest of the angelic face was obscured by a black camera. Blue-black hair danced around the teenager as he snapped picture after picture of the autumn landscape. His name was Ebony Wynter and he was a photographer. Clad in a pair of dark girl jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, Ebony was braving the slightly cool air for the sake of his art.
Click. The expensive piece of equipment took yet another picture. Ebony had been out here since early this morning. It was becoming quite apparent because the fair cheeks were starting to turn red. He was shivering slightly, but somehow Ebony managed to keep a firm hold on his camera. Taking a moment to lower the love of his life, the camera, beautiful eyes were exposed. They were wide, framed with ebony lashes, and a curious shade of green. Instead of the usual sea-green that often adorned the orbs in Ebony's face, today they were a much deeper shade of green. Emerald, if you will. Tilting his head, Ebony surveyed the landscape. He shivered slightly, supressed a sneeze, and was surprised to hear his teeth chattering.
That was the problem with being so thin, you see. Ebony was a very skinny boy. It might stem from his veganism, but Ebony hardly ate anything. Not because he was trying to starve himself. He just never ate because he was never hungry. Blinking those innocent eyes, Ebony shook his head to get the layered pieces of hair out of his lovely face.
Art was Ebony's life. Hence the concentration etched on his face. Words never came to Ebony. He had a hard time trying to figure out what to say, and therefore he often overthought his words. A simple sentence could take Ebony ages to utter. Paired with his Social Anxiety Disorder, Ebony wasn't the life of the party. But art, with his art, he could express the words that wouldn't come. He could express the emotions and the thoughts that slept deep within his pale and slender body.
Ebony sneezed. Maybe he should have put on a hoodie. Damn slenderness.
Said teenager was tall, standing at 6'1, and very slender. His skin was glowing, pale, and flawless. The only parts of his face you would see were the delicate chin of his heart-shaped face and the full, pierced lips. The rest of the angelic face was obscured by a black camera. Blue-black hair danced around the teenager as he snapped picture after picture of the autumn landscape. His name was Ebony Wynter and he was a photographer. Clad in a pair of dark girl jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, Ebony was braving the slightly cool air for the sake of his art.
Click. The expensive piece of equipment took yet another picture. Ebony had been out here since early this morning. It was becoming quite apparent because the fair cheeks were starting to turn red. He was shivering slightly, but somehow Ebony managed to keep a firm hold on his camera. Taking a moment to lower the love of his life, the camera, beautiful eyes were exposed. They were wide, framed with ebony lashes, and a curious shade of green. Instead of the usual sea-green that often adorned the orbs in Ebony's face, today they were a much deeper shade of green. Emerald, if you will. Tilting his head, Ebony surveyed the landscape. He shivered slightly, supressed a sneeze, and was surprised to hear his teeth chattering.
That was the problem with being so thin, you see. Ebony was a very skinny boy. It might stem from his veganism, but Ebony hardly ate anything. Not because he was trying to starve himself. He just never ate because he was never hungry. Blinking those innocent eyes, Ebony shook his head to get the layered pieces of hair out of his lovely face.
Art was Ebony's life. Hence the concentration etched on his face. Words never came to Ebony. He had a hard time trying to figure out what to say, and therefore he often overthought his words. A simple sentence could take Ebony ages to utter. Paired with his Social Anxiety Disorder, Ebony wasn't the life of the party. But art, with his art, he could express the words that wouldn't come. He could express the emotions and the thoughts that slept deep within his pale and slender body.
Ebony sneezed. Maybe he should have put on a hoodie. Damn slenderness.