Reflections
Jul. 19th, 2002 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeCracks and dirt blurred the reflection on the mirror, a cloud of grime and distortion that fragmented the view of the figure from their already aching eyes. But they stared at it nevertheless, because it was the only idea for any kind of action that they had at this time.
Pale grey eyes stared questioningly back at them, the red rims around the edges just another sign of the exhaustion they felt only too well inside and now, they realised, outside as well. Their face was thin, pale, almost drawn; a small shred of thought sparked at this wondering if they looked better when they were feeling well, or was it just the lighting, the grime, the ache in mind and body that was giving them a look, almost, of an emaciated corpse. This only served to make their stomach growl faintly, another pain to consider as the pang of hunger and the rough, dry feeling in their mouth made them force swallow in an effort to clear their throat; the effort making them wince.
Hunger aside, they continued to inspect themselves. Pale lips, thinly brushed around their mouth with a delicate hand sagged slightly, an almost forlorn expression. Their hair was fairly short, laying in bedraggled clumps over their ears and in sodden clumps over their forehead from where the water was dripping. Their clothes were grimy cast-offs that had seen far better days, a tattered faded blue shirt and pockmarked jeans.
They raised their hand slowly up to their face, fingers pressing small dimples into their cheek as they studied themselves, trying to register for a moment the sensation their the continued fuzziness of their mind and the throbbing pain of their body.
Their nails were carefully trimmed, they noted; short but definitely cared for. They were someone who had an attention for detail and appearance perhaps? The questions seemed to be growing, rather than being answered.
Pale grey eyes stared questioningly back at them, the red rims around the edges just another sign of the exhaustion they felt only too well inside and now, they realised, outside as well. Their face was thin, pale, almost drawn; a small shred of thought sparked at this wondering if they looked better when they were feeling well, or was it just the lighting, the grime, the ache in mind and body that was giving them a look, almost, of an emaciated corpse. This only served to make their stomach growl faintly, another pain to consider as the pang of hunger and the rough, dry feeling in their mouth made them force swallow in an effort to clear their throat; the effort making them wince.
Hunger aside, they continued to inspect themselves. Pale lips, thinly brushed around their mouth with a delicate hand sagged slightly, an almost forlorn expression. Their hair was fairly short, laying in bedraggled clumps over their ears and in sodden clumps over their forehead from where the water was dripping. Their clothes were grimy cast-offs that had seen far better days, a tattered faded blue shirt and pockmarked jeans.
They raised their hand slowly up to their face, fingers pressing small dimples into their cheek as they studied themselves, trying to register for a moment the sensation their the continued fuzziness of their mind and the throbbing pain of their body.
Their nails were carefully trimmed, they noted; short but definitely cared for. They were someone who had an attention for detail and appearance perhaps? The questions seemed to be growing, rather than being answered.
