username? Byteme
name? Diasme [Di-as-may]
Usually called: May
gender? Male
who's heart did he break and why?
It's hair, or love
... Please, choose one
I broke: Kerra's heart- "Excuse you, what kind of feathering is that? No one, with that sort of appearance has a heart to break."
May has the involuntary need to fuss over everyones appearance. Their hair/feathers in particular, to the point that it seems like an obsession. He's known for spending an overwhelmingly abhorant amount of time preening and fixing at himself, until everything is right... He is an aesthetically pleasing sort of guy. And it borders on cataclysmic. You can want things to be perfect, but there are times that May, with his striking beauty, and his cocordinated attributes, takes things too far.
Wishing to live up to his older brothers has made May into a formidable young man, one that wants things at the right place, at the right time. So that he can look... Right. It's exhausting.
He has an unreplicatable strawberry-sugar scent, and locks that he cares for daily. He spent hours in his youth with books on his head, walking with the correct posture of a model and took up dancing to have grace and agility in spades. As cartoonishly garish as it is, he does brush his hair at least twice a day, wih one hundred strokes, and rebraids it every time. In all honest, it has worked. He doesn't have the natural born grace that his second eldest brother has, his charasmatic attitude, nor his very eldest brothers ability to acheive and be social and bubbly in every sitation. May hasn't come along with the gentle way of taking things that they have. Oh no, Diasme blows up like a rocket, and takes a few rounds about the planet when it comes to certain, bad, things.
And that reason, along with others, led to him stomping on Kerra's heart like a mass murderer on a holly jolly, run of the mill heart crushing, stroll. Diasme had an attitude like no other, he can cut anyone down in a matter of seconds. It's not that he wants to, per say, as he puts it... "What's needed is needed. And this is needed." Maybe he should have spent more time reading those books on his head, rather than just putting them away once done. He has an, although quite cute, arbitrary and, at times ditzy, form of speaking.
"Ohh, Kerra, Kerra, Kerra...She truly is, as her name states, a little dark one. Medical information is nice and all, but there's so much more. She doesn't watch over how she looks, as she should. It's creating one ugly mutt of a Para...
She came visiting, to talk to my eldest, perfect, brother Laurence. A well known doctor himself, with... just the right amount of free time left to help anyone who needs him. Goody."
May's voice picked up a higher pitch as he talked about his brother. Nervous, uncomfortable and disgusted.
"We started conversing, she called me pretty... Oh, well, I try. After the second day she came, I decided to make her my next project. I'd spiff her right up and make her shine. I was good at that, let me tell you. I could turn anyone pretty... I started doing little things. 'Oh! You should try this.', 'Would you please let me do your hair? I'd positivly love it!', 'Darling, if you moved your hips this way then, did you know, it's more likely that you'd drop less?' It took the art of trickery. At least, in the begening."
May began playing with his hair as he spoke, amiably getting more conscious of himself.
"It had been a full frontal two weeks of her visiting, not every day mind you- i'd go batty if it were every day, and my effects were beginning to blossom. I hoped at least. I was creating beauty, I was like Frankenstine, and she, my monster, was coming alive... albeit slowly. God. So slowly. No one picked up the beauty game easy. I started being more forward half way through, I think that we were friends by then... Seeing each other around every little wile, talking about ourselves. If personalities won people over, she could have some trophies. Unfortunatly, the idea was trite...when had personalities done anything my hind leg couldn't do?"
Still playing with his hair, now stretching out like some picturesque model Diasme puffed out a huffy breath. As if he had had just about enough of the very thought.
"'Let me make you pretty,' I said one evening. She was confused, Kerra... okay, that may have been expected. 'I mean,' I had tried to sound, startled... as if, 'Oh my, not to say that you aren't lovely looking!.' She wasn't.
I put up with it. 'I'm just bored, you know how it is. Would you mind it ever so much?' It took my strength of bantering and begging for her to give in that day. If I had had to wait longer, I fear I mite have fainted. Laurence was going to be coming home soon, then she'd have to pay all of her attention to him. Figures. So, I worked duitfully. I primed at her hair, which if I mite say, looked nicer since I had done it for her a little wile ago, telling her 'This way, you'll be able to see more.' It wasn't all a scamming sort of thing... I cleaned out her fur as best as I could. I played with the way that it looked, playing runway games for good posture... And viola, finally, as if anyone could have doubted me, I made my masterpeice a finished thing. Well, other than ways of acting, but I was too exhausted by that point... so, done.
My creation, it was... Alive! I was just about ready to cackle evily, just as I deserved, when Laurence walked in. I supressed it with giggles."
A small cooing noise churned out, and vibrated through his beak, as if his story was all that wonderful, his expression though with tepid, densly gentle.
"I was proud, I was giddy even... I was definetly giddy. That is, for the rest of the week I was, and then she just came back looking just the way she had been at the very start, well a few things were just a speck different- I had that effect, but so much had just rewinded back. And I hated it. I hated it so much! I still do hate it...
I got so angry that I began yelling at her, infront of Laurence... not my biggest victory. I kept on going and going, until I was out of breath and unable to hear what I was even saying. I was clearly gone from the scene, but I was still going at it... she deserved it. I hadn't worked so hard for the glass to crash into my face seven days later. I smashed her... I couldn't even remember what I said.
It was all too much but, what can I say really? I fainted that day, too overheated. All I remeber is Laurence stepping between us as if i'd try to hit her or something. Excuse me, I am not that barbaric. And also... Kerra's face. It was mixed with so much I couldn't tell a blatant flippin' thing. God, damned it. I avoided her from then odd, she avoided me too. Uncooth as it was it was needed.
I may have avoided her, but I dodged Laurence like the plague itself. He hasn't seen me yet, since the incident. Not after I woke up in the health room with a cool towel over my temple. He knows i'm still here. This is just one big house... And I know Kerra still came to visit, every once in a wile... stupid, ugly, idiotic... mutt. Lord. I couldn't make out her face, her expressions, but I knew I had smashed her... It was obvious."
Song: Anna Kendricks- A Summer in Ohio
by Valesfer » Sun Feb 15, 2015 6:18 pm 
