Dallieh (resin soul gang, modded, tattooed, undead)
Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:23 pmTo say that this one is a bit misunderstood would be an understatement. Dallieh hates to become the monster. He hates his hunger. He loves the wind in his face and the freedom of the sky and understands that those things come with a large price: to feed or to waste until he is too weak to stop himself from feeding. If he hurts you, you will run. You will realize your mistake, that life, no matter how small, is precious, even if it is haunted. Your life is so precious to him because it is something he has missed for so very long. Touch. The feel of someone's hands upon you, unafraid of what you are. Surrender. Passion. Dallieh aches for all of these things. his nightmare is his inability to trust himself with someone. His knowledge that they will turn on him for power or slip through his fingers... age, and then become dust before his eyes. Dallieh visits many graves and weeps his life away remembering the moments he wished he'd shared, but never let himself. Perhaps, when you are gone, he will share your tomb and weep for you.
I think he dreams. I think he has nightmares about things he wishes he hadn't done. I think there is a lot behind those eyes that even I don't know. Dallieh may be dead, but he lives brighter and with more ferocity than most of the people whom I've met. He burns brightly.
Look... He's smiling! He's crying as well, but he's actually smiling a real smile!
He is the master of his domain and... waits to see if the one he wants to see will come to him. Thoughts of his body, the movement of him, would bring that expression to him, that righteous smile people rarely see. He's looking forward to moving. He's looking forward to the feel of warmth and the heat of eyes on his body. He's dripping with anticipation. Tonight he would be bad, very very bad...
My D was my first... and is my strongest. To see him in the light seems almost forced with how he is acting now. In the past few weeks he has grown so much. He has learned how to love and that somethings are worth breaking for. A lot of the pictures that I post of him are dark. that's not to say that he is dark... he just doesn't know any other path. He is the Raven that flies of velvet wings of dusk. He has fallen for an Angel and has become incomprehensibly deep. I'll add more pictures if you want to see him as I do... just as D.
I think he dreams. I think he has nightmares about things he wishes he hadn't done. I think there is a lot behind those eyes that even I don't know. Dallieh may be dead, but he lives brighter and with more ferocity than most of the people whom I've met. He burns brightly.
Look... He's smiling! He's crying as well, but he's actually smiling a real smile!
He is the master of his domain and... waits to see if the one he wants to see will come to him. Thoughts of his body, the movement of him, would bring that expression to him, that righteous smile people rarely see. He's looking forward to moving. He's looking forward to the feel of warmth and the heat of eyes on his body. He's dripping with anticipation. Tonight he would be bad, very very bad...
My D was my first... and is my strongest. To see him in the light seems almost forced with how he is acting now. In the past few weeks he has grown so much. He has learned how to love and that somethings are worth breaking for. A lot of the pictures that I post of him are dark. that's not to say that he is dark... he just doesn't know any other path. He is the Raven that flies of velvet wings of dusk. He has fallen for an Angel and has become incomprehensibly deep. I'll add more pictures if you want to see him as I do... just as D.
