Sorry, Sunday Scribblings, just wasn't feeling the prompt.
So I went over to OneWord instead. What can you do with a word - delicate - in 60 seconds?
His features were delicate, like his mother’s, and left him open to all manner of bullying.
He wore his raven hair short, so not to encourage those questions from store clerks who marveled over his long eye lashes and cooed over his full, supple lips and asked his mother how old she was. The sting would set his cheeks to redden, which only accentuated the feminine of his features.
What shone as beauty and grace on the outside was matched inside by a black web of rage that burned long, slow, hot.
One day, this fragile boy would combust into a wickedness, driven there by him supple beauty.