[He is angry, however it takes more than that to make him actually lose his temper. Especially when he knows he has to control it. Still the hand movement makes him realize that he may be letting a bit too much of said anger show and he takes a breath, forcing himself to relax, at least as much as he can relax normally.]
I know of men that don't even consider women objects for taking or owning, just as toys to play with for a bit and then throw them aside. Which is why I have never understand why anyone would want to be wanted that way. It doesn't just put someone's worth in their appearance, but it doesn't even last as it's a one time thing.
[He sighs at her next question, yeah, he probably should have noticed. But without knowing the basics...]
I knew girls liked new clothes and new styles as well as painting their faces. But I thought the clothes thing was just because they liked them, the styles because they wanted to see themselves differently... And depending how it was wore I thought the make up was either a paint to hide their real face or some sort of war paint.
[He shrugs lightly before he adds something else, his tone calm but there's a hint of pain deep under it.]
I once new a girl who wore no make up on her face, but mud and ashes. Her only dress was just a ragged sheet poorly patched as something wearable, dirty and with washed out colours. Her hair was blonde, but it was so dirty and uneven that it could have been a wig made of hay. And her hands were just as dirty, rough and calloused due all the work she had to do. Compared to those noble ladies gathered here with their most expensive clothes and jewels I guess people would say that she was nothing. But I assure you that I have yet to meet a woman who is more beautiful than she was.
[Pause.]
That doesn't mean I haven't meet women whom I thought were pretty or beautiful, though. It's just that for me, no matter how a women or a man preens or whatever, if the inside is made of shit, all I will see is exactly that, even if it's covered with make up and fancy clothes. I guess you could say that my perception of the world is broken.
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I know of men that don't even consider women objects for taking or owning, just as toys to play with for a bit and then throw them aside. Which is why I have never understand why anyone would want to be wanted that way. It doesn't just put someone's worth in their appearance, but it doesn't even last as it's a one time thing.
[He sighs at her next question, yeah, he probably should have noticed. But without knowing the basics...]
I knew girls liked new clothes and new styles as well as painting their faces. But I thought the clothes thing was just because they liked them, the styles because they wanted to see themselves differently... And depending how it was wore I thought the make up was either a paint to hide their real face or some sort of war paint.
[He shrugs lightly before he adds something else, his tone calm but there's a hint of pain deep under it.]
I once new a girl who wore no make up on her face, but mud and ashes. Her only dress was just a ragged sheet poorly patched as something wearable, dirty and with washed out colours. Her hair was blonde, but it was so dirty and uneven that it could have been a wig made of hay. And her hands were just as dirty, rough and calloused due all the work she had to do. Compared to those noble ladies gathered here with their most expensive clothes and jewels I guess people would say that she was nothing. But I assure you that I have yet to meet a woman who is more beautiful than she was.
[Pause.]
That doesn't mean I haven't meet women whom I thought were pretty or beautiful, though. It's just that for me, no matter how a women or a man preens or whatever, if the inside is made of shit, all I will see is exactly that, even if it's covered with make up and fancy clothes. I guess you could say that my perception of the world is broken.