Palms part, revealing the dropping and drooping of coral muscle. It licks at the air, as if waiting to consume the very earth it designs into something DESTRUCTIVE. Yet nothing comes, just an appetite to consume and create, to mould and to MAKE-… The sight of a tongue coming out of his hands would alarm anyone, but the reaction always arouses his own AMUSEMENT. Of course the appearance isn’t attractive, but no one ever said the process of creating perfection had to be by a BEAUTIFUL being. He was just as ugly as the atrocities he imposed… And yet, he still smiles, as if to playfully poke at the others panic. He dares bring it closer to the males face, acting is if the borders intend to BITE him.
❝ I never told you HOW exactly I made my art, yeah. I told you I put MYSELF into all of my pieces. What’s wrong~? Feeling QUEASY already? That’s such a PITY; I thought you were stronger than THAT. ❞
