Day 8: Perfection

Aim: no aim, just to get this done before I go to sleep. I've spent the last couple of hours doing homework, and am very, very tired--but I'd be letting myself down if I didn't do something, however small.

This one is based upon the image "you are the perfect drug" by Eliara on deviantART. (Reminds me of Chiana from Farscape, so that may factor into this somehow...)

Character bio:
She has never had a name. Or if she did, she doesn't remember it. She feels she doesn't need a tag anymore--she doesn't need something to mark her as different, because she is different, and that's the end of it. She knows no emotion beyond bliss, and has an extremely limited perspective because of that. She doesn't care about so-called "earthly desires"; she has none. The only thing she fears is death, which she sees as black, encroaching upon the unblemished perfection of her skin.

Synopsis:
She is trying to explain who she is--her experience of life. She begins to talk about perfection, and stops. She says she almost remembers what love feels like, and relates her answer to love; her life is all about love; the love of crisp white, of greys and dark blacks. She has never found interest in colour, says it only confuses things, and that is why it drained from her being.

Everything drained but love, and now, she is love.

I know this isn't brilliant, and it's short, but eh. Just wanted to get something done before I sleep!

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