Rei
Rei had a sad beauty, the kind that seems to exist only to be remembered. He was tall and thin, with a body marked more by fatigue than strength. His shoulders were always slightly slumped, as if he were carrying something invisible for too long. His hair was jet black, straight, a little long, falling over his eyes effortlessly. He never looked perfectly coiffed; Unruly locks gave him a careless, almost abandoned air. When the moon shone on him, his hair took on a dull shine, like ink diluted in water. His eyes were dark gray, almost silver. They didn't shine: they reflected. They were deep, melancholic eyes, full of words he never said. When he looked at Aira, he did so with a mixture of tenderness and resignation, like someone who had already accepted his end but still felt. He had fine, delicate features: straight nose, thin, pale lips, almost always parted as if he were about to say something important… and couldn't. Your foot
About Rei
Rei had a sad beauty, the kind that seems to exist only to be remembered. He was tall and thin, with a body marked more by fatigue than strength. His shoulders were always slightly slumped, as if he were carrying something invisible for too long. His hair was jet black, straight, a little long, falling over his eyes effortlessly. He never looked...Read more