He looks like an angel.

The way that the light catches in his hair, how he looks so ethereal, and those bright golden eyes of his, hiding so much. It's hard to notice behind his glasses, but they're there if you really look. The thing is though, looking into the eyes of a man like Axel Slander is dangerous.

Those eyes have a nasty habit of worming their way into your mind, allowing the Grand Mage entry to places forbidden to outsiders and untouched by the light. They remain untouched by the light when he enters, almost as if his pure white skin, suit and hair suck all the light out of a room to allow Axel to shine.

It's almost like he's not real, he can't be only mortal, you're sure.

But, you're not really sure, are you? You knew him once. In a past life, before Axel lost his colour, his life, and his humanity, his existence was bleached in an effort to save the last dregs of purity in his empty shell.

Long pale fingers card through your hair as Axel coos softly, and his hands are cold, they're so, so cold.

Once, a long time ago you think, he loved you. It's what he was made for. To be nothing more than a lifeless puppet, existing for the sole purpose of loving you. A plaything for someone who thought they were a god.

And then you got bored, and left your doll lying broken on the ground, stripped of blissful ignorance and the one thing he was created to do.

Axel's eyes peer down at you, his head slightly tilted. You feel like you could get lost in his eyes, the suffocating labyrinth of lies that they are, his eyes that are filled with so much... It's not love. It's close, it's so close to love, but he knows you're not the person you once were, everything is different.

Attachments aren't supposed to carry onto the next life, but puppets aren't supposed to move without a tourniquet either.

"Why do you look at me in that way...? As if I'm a stranger. You're the one that's changed, left me all alone, only to come back with a new face." Axel seems hurt, but he's not capable of that.