Words: 397 (Tw for smoking mention and implied death)
Misty loved beauty.
He loved his own beauty, a body carved by the gods themselves… Always fit his ideal of aesthetic, graceful and simple. Nature made him in a way, and it was perfect. And Misty knew that nature made people in other ways too…
Misty once met a boy who could turn people into stone with a look.
He was terrified of everything and could have cried if things differed a bit too much from his expectations.
The boy was not interesting nor pleasant to be around.
But the way he turned his struggles into a powerful weapon?
Misty thought it was beauty.
Misty once met a boy who could talk to crows and lived among them.
He was clumsy and didn’t know how to talk to humans.
The boy was not, by any means, a pretty one.
But the way he was free around the ones he loved?
Misty thought it was beauty.
Misty once met a gardener who was always near the Pisces House.
He was knee-deep in dirt and clearly hungover. He lit a cigarette as he talked to the Silver Saint.
The man did not live like someone who should be so near of a Gold Saint.
But the way sadness lit his eyes when he talked about destiny?
Misty thought it was beauty.
Misty once met a child who would fight until his death.
He was bounded and hard headed and didn’t know when to stop, even for his own good.
The child did not battle with an ounce of grace or beauty.
But the way he fought til the last moment, the way he proved him wrong?
Misty would have thought this was beauty.
Misty never met the Saint of the Pisces.
The Gold Saint was everything Misty ever dreamed of.
He was brave.
He was pretty.
He lived right.
He was graceful.
He was resourceful.
He was in harmony with nature.
He had a poetic philosophy.
He had an incredible fighting spirit.
He could see the beauty in so many things.
Misty knew it was beauty.
Misty knew He was beauty.
The only beauty Misty could ever truly love.
More than the fighting spirit of a soldier. More than the laughs of a man who knew so much more. More than the statues fixed in stone’s emotions. More than the crows flying in the dawn’s light.
My entries for the LoS Week on X. Of course I had to involve Misty 🙄
AU/Dark side - An attempt of a iwtv inspired au, because I think LoS Dite's design fits perfectly as a vampire and Misty Is Lestat from another universe lol
Everyday clothes/Free Day - Dite sweet talking his "protege", Lizard Mistymaraich xD (Sorry for the chairs 🤣)
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of them all?
I'M TEAM MISTYYYY!!!!🦎💖✨️🤟
I managed to do something for the stsmaychallenge on bsky for the Mirror prompt!🙌
I've been thinking... The only way Misty would allow someone to be behind him like that, would be if he has a mirror in front him, so he can look at himself!!🤔😆
NO ME HE OLVIDADO DE LAS CALAVERITAS. He estado trabajando lento pero seguro estos días y también compré más material!! Siento que estos dos me quedaron muy guapos (como debe ser). Quería acabar a Misty por su cumpleaños, pero el fin de semana caí cansada 😔
Something I published in X I'll also share it here ✨
I always saw fanarts of a person who loves this pair together so it was like an honorary drawing for the incredible art I saw thank you for inspiring me! Haha
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