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Vil can be, in plain words, very cold.
Every word, every thought, every motion, executed with the form of a monarch. Quick to call out mistakes, and even faster when fixing them, vil’s perfectly manicured appearance leaves absolutely no room for error. Even the people he associated himself with, fitted to the nines, and groomed to perfection by the man himself. Which is why people are so easily turned off by him. Avoiding his gaze in the halls, not meeting his eye when spoken to. To be absorbed and evaluated by someone with absolutely no pity, would send even the most boisterous and rowdy into a shame-filled frenzy.
Which is why, Vil Schoenheit, is, in most people's eyes - a cold person.
Though, when looking closer, into the people deeply rooted in his life, would that opinion really change? I mean, who could ever be near someone so cold for so long, people must grow tired of the smug attitude and overbearing need to correct others?
…a scoop of ice cream.
Vil is like a scoop of ice cream. Kept cold. Unreachable, tucked deep inside the freezer, and sometimes a little difficult to reach.
Something meant to be savored, slowly. Rushing in too quickly only resulting in that painful bite that radiates throughout your mouth for what feels like forever.
“ …Stop looking so sluggish. You should move with more bounce in your step.”
A treat that even when enjoyed in the right place and right time, can be a great comfort, made for everyone to enjoy.
“..Hah. You’ve turned out nicely. At this point, I’d even let you stand by my side.”