"His mother had sky eyes that were often made grey by clouds. His father had fire eyes that burned with malevolent embers. He had wide lavender eyes that trembled like flowers in the wind. They lived in a town that was as lively as a cemetery, where everyone knew everyone else and no one said much. Reve liked to sit in the dewy grass and catch the flashes of color that flew by him. He would show them to his mother, and she told him they were butterflies."

First part of my last thing for creative writing class..it's essentially a rewrite of Solus. ^^;; Supposed to be all poetic and junk. =P