It was odd wasn’t it? Watching…..the breathing, the conversation, the emotional roll and tumble through each action they do. A dark wine coating the words of jealousy and spite like a coat of venom. Yellow shooting through fingers as excitement mixes with darker hues creating anxiety. It was the opposite of what should be. Everything needs to be a single color not. Not Chaos…..
He watched from his seat within the cafe. Wisps of moisture rose from the tea in his grasp, yet it didn’t rise in an unruly fashion. It was confined within an invisible barrier, controlled and sealed drifting in a straight line. It was a mixture of an unconscious effort and practice drilled into his mind since he knew the ability was within his grasp. Coffee shaded skin moved the beverage towards his lips, as splashes of sweet pomegranate invaded the man’s mouth. Void colored eyes traveled towards the powered down tv, its reflection hitting him just right to see….himself.
Curls untamed, a mixture of his mother and father’s heritage. Yet the color his own concoction from various dyes, Molten gold outlining the ends while a uncontrolled yet orderly mix of reds, teals, browns, and such made him stand out. The outwear he donned however was tame, a white hoodie with light blue ripped jeans. Black shoes to top off the outfit gave him the look of a younger man. He suppose it was necessary, growing up from the 1900’s yet still looking young was bound to get more stares if he didn’t dress within the time period.
He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for. Maybe a sign to do something, something new, something dangerous. Or maybe he just wanted to enjoy a cup of tea…
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