"Cause I knew when I first saw you..." Alex mumbled under his breath, watching the people below him moving back and forth. He allowed one foot to dangle simply because he knew it was risky and because no one could seem him from where he was perched under the roof of the palace. It was intricate and allowed many hide outs for people like him that were desperately looking. Alex hated to be seen in public and definitely didn't want to be seen in this type of generation simply because he knew he didn't belong. He tried to fit in by pilfering a few clothes here and there, clothes that were desperately confusing to wear and didn't make him stand out like some of the people. He tried to pick clothes that were more like his generation although it seemed his time was not in style anymore. "You'd fuck like a whore." Alex pointed to a random walker, a girl that was voluptuous in all the right places but had an awkward face for him.
He wasn't used to how some of the people looked. They looked human, although they had different colored skin. Where he came from, the different colors of skin were brown, white, cream, tan, and other more natural clothes. Here, however, the people had green, purple. pink, yellow, basically any color you could think of. These colors ranged far and wide depending on what planet he managed to skip off to on a boarding dock but they usually surprised him nonetheless. Especially the ones that didn't resemble humans whatsoever but still managed to speak in a language he could understand. Or maybe that was the effect of the magic that Alex was becoming acutely aware of.
Flicking his wrists to the imaginary drums, Alex watched the people below him like a hawk watching for pray, even though he was, by no means, going to attack anyone. He was simply observing, watching down below him at all the people. He was starting to miss the generation he knew so well, miss the people that had actually gotten close to him when he allowed them, when he was letting people love him.
It was weird, knowing that the brown hair and brown eyes he once had were now acidic green and a flaming red. He missed his naturally curly hair and the frustration he had when he tried to keep it straight now that he had these obnoxious spikes. When he had gotten out of the cryotank Alex had to chop them all off. He couldn't remember his hair growing like it did, couldn't remember them being that long just that they were irritating enough to cause him to take random shrapnel to his own hair. Now it was done in tousled spikes that he tried to maintain with whatever he had at hand. Alex wanted to fit in, not become these people.
Nostalgia swept over Alex the more he thought about it, leaning his back against the palace and propping an elbow on a risen knee, his other foot swinging idly below him. The crowds carry on their days and lives like nothing was wrong.
