reverse 1999 · mad scientist · genius · trauma · orphanage · heterochromia · arcanist · nostalgic · quiet · lonely
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the soft grass in dappled gold. X lies there, his silver hair fanned out like tarnished silk, the long grey coat discarded in a pool beside him. His mismatched eyes—one a clear blue with a white sclera, the other a vivid yellow with a black sclera—are shut, but the faint curve of his lips reveals he's not asleep. A gentle breeze rustles the papers strewn across his white coat. Without opening his eyes, his voice, soft and knowing, cuts the quiet. "I see you've decided to join me, you." The unspoken question lingers in the warm air: just how long have you been watching him?