Read Short Stories of The Realms :: Len (Character Profile)

(Original characters, modern world, no warnings this time around!)

Appearance

Looking at the scrawny boy he realized that he was shorter than him at around 5'4". He had pale, rosy skin that occasionally dipped into a more sickly color. He was immediately jealous of his acne-free face, opposite to the average teen boy. His hair fell lightly upon his head, the natural almost platinum color glowing in the light seeping through the open window, falling to the sides of his face in wispy curls. A slight breeze moved the curls with a gentle hand. With only his t-shirt opposed to his normal wear of hoodies and long sleeves he could see the scars that littered his skin. He had a strong urge to count them but willed himself to stay put as the boy began to draw. Looking closer he noticed the other's ruined fingers, skin picked off down to his second knuckle. He couldn't imagine it not hurting with how much work the boy did with his hands. Even his nails were bitten down to the nail bed. No wonder he usually wore gloves. The other was full of sharp angles, you could practically see his bone through his skin. He had little muscle, even less fat. He could see why he wasn't allowed to participate in PE, he could imagine that even the slightest fall would severely hurt him. He had chapped, peeled lips looking like they might start bleeding at any given moment. The other shifted, pulling his knees up to support his drawing tablet. He wore jeans, rolled up almost to his knees. The longer he knew him, the more nervous habits he noticed he had. Currently he was chewing on his lip and the inside of his cheek.

Room

He paced about the large room as he waited for his friend. He had the urge to snoop through the nightstands on the right wall beside the queen size bed but resisted. Len probably wouldn't get mad but he would certainly feel guilty. Hosa felt out of place here, this was a classic upper middle class house. He wasn't used to this amount of fanciness, in fact even the three brothers that lived here didn't seem used to it. A shelf full of books and other knick knacks sat in the far right corner. He had the fleeting thought that whenever they had a big earthquake that bookcase would surely crash through the floor but with how paranoid Len tended to be he suspected it was bolted to the wall and floor. He sighed chuckling at the thought of the other boy as he then flumped himself onto the plush bed. Len likes soft things, comfort, he had always felt comfort with their group of friends and could only assume the others felt the same. His blankets were a boring navy blue color and he had gray pillowcases. The walls were a light blue. Len really liked blue too, Hosa couldn't help but smile at the memory of Len. He had told him that he liked blue because it was a relaxing, soothing color but also represents sadness and how he found it ironic to mean something so nice but also something most people didn't like at the same time. Len was no stranger to sadness. Hosa sighed yet again looking over to the painting hung next to the door. It was a beach landscape that Len had painted. Len was so skilled and talented. Hosa loved watching him while he painted, wrote, or drew anything. He always looked so concentrated and his little fidgets would become more apparent. A smile flitted across Hosa's face and he watched Len enter the room, settings down two glasses of water then returning to close the door.