hhhhng im just playin around with some concepts for bernard don mind mee
I know a man. His hair is a blinding pink, and no matter how much it grows, I never see a different color at the roots. He could stand in the middle of a room buzzing with life and still complain that it's too quiet. His eyes are sharp and his teeth even more. He's simultaneously the most artificial and genuine person I've ever met.He never tires. Traveling for days does nothing on his body, barely even a sweat. He's comfortable in everything and nothing at the same time. He can play any role perfectly, yet he's so defined I can never see him as anything different. There is something off about him. He knows languages that haven't been spoken in hundreds of years and knows modern ones just as well.He has only ever been kind to me, affectionate even, but whenever I'm with him, I feel on edge. As if I'm in danger. I can't help but look at him in awe. People tug at their collars and sweat around him, yet he's spent his entire life getting people infatuated with him.I do not understand him. I don't think I ever well. He is unnatural, yet everything he does seems to come naturally. All I know is the I have been cursed with his presence. I've been blessed with his presence.
