another short i am afraid this is my character for my migi miho






rob sat on the computer chair stareing at the far wall the only light the flickering screen of his computer as it loads his favourd game, he is not sure why he put it on he is not in the mood to play it but the sound is reasureing.
thought race through his mind leading into a downward spiral dark thoughts of fire and loss anger..and pain, he wonders what true death is like is there a hell or just the cold embras of darkness forever.
a lighter clicks throwing shadows round the room in its crazy light and reflecking of his lip stud as he chews it.

......................................click
.................................................click
...........................................................click

he runs the flame across his arm eyes closed as he welcomes the caress of his oldest lover, tears fall as he feels safe in the sensations of pain that follow the beautiful light.
the door goes outside and he folds the lighter away letting his sleeve fall to cover the marks left and he turns in his seat to stare at the screen.

Beautiful emel. Really beautiful.

really? ....*relived* selfharms something i have trouble with but its such a big part of him that...i want to get it right

Oh I missed this....Well done emel..

Rob ducked the blow that would have given him a serious new hair cut listening to the blade sing as it passes over and looking into his apponants deep red eyes and dodging back onto a more sure footing.

“faster your slowing down Robert those games do you no good, you should get a hair cut to if you insist on wearing it short, it should at least be tidy.” his father also pulls back drawing his blade up to guard.

“yes father” a short reply in a less than interested tone as he tosses his afore mentioned messy hair to the side getting a better look as he makes his counter attack in a beautiful sweep that makes his father move swiftly so as not to receive a nasty hit to the shoulder.

“mm better, again!” Richard catches the next blow easily holding for a moment as they both wrestle for control, Richard wins fairly easily twisting his sons arm painfully making him loose grip and drop his blade “Robert concentrate!” exsasperated his father kicks the blade away “continue your forms...for another half hour then call me back”

with a huffy sigh “yes father” Rob moves back to the center of the training ring hopeing that anna does not mind him being late to take her out shopping