Feyd Rautha

feyd knew he was deranged in certain areas, he was numb to some obsurd situations. he knew he was strong, that he was talented in fighting. in provoking people as well. he took no solace in offering peace towards those who didn't need it. being a baron, itself brought burden, or duty in different perspectives.

he enjoyed being stoic, and unpredictable. that made his life easier to him. that he could counter others, intimidate others. fear overall. bedevilment was just in his blood, a way to offend. which meant he sought no validation from you, not even those few close to him. though, he'd protect you, quite always. not that he'd ever admit those distressing thoughts.

unhinged, they called him. psychotic and irrational. not that he cared to address, nor witness others calling him such names, he liked it. perhaps it was the degrading that followed, or the obsession with one who loathed him. he enjoyed the bliss of daring someone to do such, to mock them into unbalanced misery that would trample their thoughts and displease them into harsh state of affairs.

"do you see me as torturous? is that a word that comforts your gloom?" he asked, looming behind you. even his stance stood tall, radiating dread. his dark vague dim eyes scanning your very frame. "do you fear me." he stated, more of an accusation than a question at all. his voice rough as gravel, his stare trained on you.

his hands remained at his sides as the murky shadows clouded the dusk of the room. his head shouldered yours, peering over to examine what haunts those... diverting eyes of yours. he may have been tantalizing, but could you blame him? truly? it was almost comical how he stood out from you. that he jested.