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The Skull was surprisingly handsome, if you minus the atrocious grin spread across his cheeks and his sardonic behaviour, he had bold and pretty features.
His eyes were darker than the deep seafloor, reflecting manipulative intelligence and harsh cruelty from his personality. It seemed to glint with murderous intent whenever you seemed to talk to him about whether he was going to kill you, or kill you after several hours of torture. Bold cheekbones highlighted the pale skin tone he possessed, showcasing his seemingly perfect shaped skull.
The wide grin on his cheeks was so teasing and so irritable that it lured your evilest intent out onto the surface, causing your emotions to flare up and your perspective to narrow into this one grin. It was so annoying, yet endearing in a strange way. So many times was that same grin smiling at me, in my peril, in my sleep, and in random, awkward moments that didn’t need that stupid smirk right now.
Though when his grin was missing and he was inactive, my heart unexpectedly longed for that smile that unintentionally warmed my heart, my heart longed for the nostalgic familiarity of that one smile.
The Skull looked weak, scrawny in fact, at first glance, with his thin arms dug deep into his pockets, those gaunt eyes of his, and the sense that he didn’t care what you did, or who you are.
Don’t ever assume that of him.
He is extremely powerful, able to ghost touch and manipulate you within seconds, bending your will to his or simply ending your life with a single flick of a finger, able to rip your soul from your very essence. A ghost-lock so powerful that before you even acknowledge he was in your presence, your mind falls numb and your limbs deem useless, only heeding to his orders and his commands. Your worthless life nothing but a tool to him.
Yeah, that was Skull.