Story Journal
Why is it that I always seem to write about villains in these things?
Let the world laugh at his torn coat and mussed hair. His dirt-smudged face and half closed eyes, his mouth always lifted in half a grin. Let them laugh. They could probably use it, and he was satisfied enough in letting it be at his expense.
For now, anyway. The time was coming, inch by aching inch but surely all the same, when they wouldn't be laughing at all.
Ren smiled to think of it.
Let the world laugh at his torn coat and mussed hair. His dirt-smudged face and half closed eyes, his mouth always lifted in half a grin. Let them laugh. They could probably use it, and he was satisfied enough in letting it be at his expense.
For now, anyway. The time was coming, inch by aching inch but surely all the same, when they wouldn't be laughing at all.
Ren smiled to think of it.