บท 121: SHIR ATKINS

THE man who just entered had long aquamarine hair that was softly hanging over his shoulder.  His eyes were like pairs of big pale amethyst jewels.  His skin looked like translucent pearls.  His lips were as red as a fresh rose.  The style of the clothes he was wearing was very gender neutral which only added to his beauty.

Growing up, Astrid had been used to people telling him how 'beautiful' he was.  But at this moment, he felt like that word was more accurate to describe this man.  It's like he was the embodiment of it.  Even the way he walked was extremely graceful.