Current Residence: Somewhere
Favourite genre of music: Instrumental
Favourite style of art: If its good looking, I like it
Skin of choice: my own
I'm in you and you're in meI'm in you and you're in me by DawnSentinel
The room that overlooked the game grid was dark.
It was illuminated only by the pale blue light seeping from the window.
Seated on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, Clu stared at the floor.
Normally he'd be checking system functions or overlooking the creation of his army. But there were times when, quite unexpectedly, he found himself looking inward. Looking, because his Maker had left fingerprints on his mind that dictated he introspect.
He wondered why.
It wasn't in his programming, was it? He didn't have freewill. He was Unchanging.
A reflection is Imperfect.
He looked up suddenly, his reverie broken. The window and the gladiatorial grid beyond beckoned him.
As he got up, he wondered whether he really had any control over his actions.
Physically, yes. But mentally?
He reached the window and looked out. The light disc arena was empty, something rather uncommon since he'd taken control.
The 9th sinJealousy.The 9th sin by DawnSentinel
It's just a word until you feel it.
Hate, anger, and a bit of cruelty thrown in.
The lust of one person, the disgust of another.
It doesn't always burn, but it always smolders.
A little thing can spark it, but nothing can quell it.
Nothing can destroy it but hopelessness.
But anything can spark it.
A little look, a sweet word, a posture.
Silent rage is it accomplice, screaming yet muffled.
Hate rushes to your eyes, penetrating them to their souls.
Only in your mind.
A force if made by nature could destroy the world.
Felt by you alone.
It voids your core, stifles your heart.
It leisurely smothers the weaker emotions.
And loves it.
Strangest amongst human feelings.
Difficult to identify.
They can't feel it.
But you can.
You can make them feel it.
It's in you.
The infamous monster whose eyes have turned murder red.