[Calann]: 135.Contest entries.FiveWordsJuly08-1

Five Words, July 2008. First attempt.

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Posh clothes, immaculate like anything else was a crime... Even the way he he held himself was downright pure elegance, straight from the dictionary. One could oft find him in the general vicinity of the arts classroom, holding his court, cold and aloof yet at the same time simply having to lord it over them - almost as if he didn't know how else to be. Many were drawn in by his talent, some because they imagined seeing a glimmer of something kinder, softer, more real behind the facade, bust most found themselves captured by his beauty. Never mind that the paleness of his skin made even the barest hint of black clash horribly against it, or that the long, soft fall of dark brown hair was framing ridiculously feminine features... Never mind that none could claim to ever have seen him truly smile - not those deprecating (or self-deprecating?) half-smirks that too often twisted his lips, but a real, honest-to-god smile. Never mind that he rarely had a kind word for anyone. They all saw something in him, and even if he made them cry, even if he took his walls down for no one, somehow, it was all right. For in his own way, he gave them all he could.