|Silly person. Literally shrieks with laughter (a lot). Happy. Friendly. Loyal. Slightly insane.|
Bad Faith Lost, HP CH 1Draco. The curt voice drifted like a Nordic breeze from the brocaded plum armchair. It indicated a surface humor spawned by deep, perhaps unconscious, discontent. Luciuss arctic tempers were usually the result of a festering emotion coupled with a complete inability to clearly express sentiment of any kind. They left him groping for dignity while one of his emotional infernos threatened to melt the external polar icecap. Typically the only visible sign of this struggle was a tic on the lower right side of his jaw.Bad Faith Lost, HP CH 1 by AmberPalette
It wasnt his fault, really.
No, really. Try to understand, scrupulous reader. He was blameless. Oh, yes.
Being an aristocratic robot with an internal mesh of angst was frustrating.
Having been told at age six that crying was an insult to ones manhood was frustrating.
Having been told at age eleven that friends were not confidantes, but rather, to