Viridity

He smelled like the wind. His green eyes shone and glowed a swirl of the different shades of the trees, no pupil to interrupt their beauty. Short hair blonde hair like the gold of the sun captured from between the leaves, fell sporadically around his head in waves. His skin luminescent like the dew from the softest of mornings, jaw sharper than any of the rocks in the forest. But most strikingly, Vines seem to sprout from his veins and wrap around his wrists, they sprouted from his back as well, adorning his black tunic like an intricate embroidery. He was absolutely ethereal, beautiful in a way no human could ever hope to achieve. George’s mouth cracked open in shock, words spilling harshly from his lips. “Who the fuck are you.” When the man opened his mouth to respond, George could see the sharp teeth that lined it. “I’m Dream.”