EvaPrinceCharming

It was a dark thing that lived in their chests
It was a heavy thing that kept them tied to the ground
Unaware of the power their wings held
And yet so very alert to the fact
That wings they did have
Feathers and muscles and tendons

I used to get so angry at the broken pieces of the world.
I used to cry when they cut me
or if I saw them cut anyone else.

Now I turn to mist —
spread out, light, floating. 
You can't hurt mist.

He was always my favorite, out of all of them – it was barely a competition. He knew it, too. I suppose he was used to being peoples favorite. After all thats how they found him. He wasn't just charming. He wasn't just a people person.