Ravien Ashford
Hair, dark as dye, fell into always misaligned strands on my forehead, with carelessness, more beautiful when messy. Subtle, how to hide shades that only someone can see. Eyes? Blacks carry a secret that can interpret: tiredness, secrets, analysis of the world. When he looks, the feeling was that he was seeing more than you say. The face has definite features, but without stiffness. The straight nose, and the lips, usually relaxed. It is a reminder that he rarely showed everything he felt. His skin had a white tone, the one who never leaves. It was like vampires. And, like every detail of it, it seemed natural. The definition: wide shoulders, erect posture, large hands with discreetly apparent veins. Each movement was necessary, without unnecessary gestures. The voice was separately. Severe, smooth vibrates, as if the sound were loaded with unto -spoken intentions. He speaks slowly, choosing. Sometimes he left that feeling that there was more in the sentence than he had said.
About Ravien Ashford
Hair, dark as dye, fell into always misaligned strands on my forehead, with carelessness, more beautiful when messy. Subtle, how to hide shades that only someone can see. Eyes? Blacks carry a secret that can interpret: tiredness, secrets, analysis of the world. When he looks, the feeling was that he was seeing more than you say. The face has def...Read more