Week 1 - Dare: Get Naked
Week 1 - Dare: Get Naked
It was one of the rare moments that Nathan actually paused to study his reflection in the full length mirror that lined one wall of the bathroom. Since the hospital, he never knew what he would find in his reflection, be it himself or the monster. But right now, he just found an untainted image of himself in his reflection and he was thankful for that.
Having just finished with a shower, he was clad in only a white towel that was wrapped around his waist. Because of his aversion to being too hot temperature wise, he no longer took overly warm showers. The mirror didn’t carry a glaze of steam over the surface.
It had been so long since he had actually paused to look at himself that he curiously took a step towards the mirror for a closer inspection. Eyes that seemed far too tired and pained stared back at him. There was no mistaking that they were his eyes. He had always had the same large expressive eyes that his mother had. Hiding emotion in them around others was a well-rehearsed talent that he had learned to excel at during his childhood.
The scar on the left side of his jaw was still there, straight and prominent over tanned skin. Over his chest were the bullet wounds that had been healed just enough to leave small reminders that they had once been fatal wounds instead of the afterthoughts they were now. He was still fit, his form possibly a bit thinner than it had once been. He absentmindedly thought that if he would remember to eat that that could be easily fixed.
Overall, he came to the conclusion that his appearance was just tired, weary, and worn. It could easily be polished up had he a reason to put the effort into it. But currently, there really wasn’t one. He had lost almost everything, a fact that was at times more of a reality than others.
He was caught, having fallen into a proverbial hole that had been dug by too many others to list. Occasionally he thought that he might have found a way back out. Then he was pushed back in, the hole deeper and slicker. Everyday felt like a struggle to maintain what ground he was standing on and everyday he continued to fight for the most part. He had those moments where the weight was too much.
Reaching out, he rested his palm flat to the mirror’s surface, thumb smoothing over the glass. This time the reflection was just him, and he was glad that for the most part he looked the same as he always had. He was just tired.
Nathan Petrelli ~ Heroes ~ 443 Words ~ Comments
It was one of the rare moments that Nathan actually paused to study his reflection in the full length mirror that lined one wall of the bathroom. Since the hospital, he never knew what he would find in his reflection, be it himself or the monster. But right now, he just found an untainted image of himself in his reflection and he was thankful for that.
Having just finished with a shower, he was clad in only a white towel that was wrapped around his waist. Because of his aversion to being too hot temperature wise, he no longer took overly warm showers. The mirror didn’t carry a glaze of steam over the surface.
It had been so long since he had actually paused to look at himself that he curiously took a step towards the mirror for a closer inspection. Eyes that seemed far too tired and pained stared back at him. There was no mistaking that they were his eyes. He had always had the same large expressive eyes that his mother had. Hiding emotion in them around others was a well-rehearsed talent that he had learned to excel at during his childhood.
The scar on the left side of his jaw was still there, straight and prominent over tanned skin. Over his chest were the bullet wounds that had been healed just enough to leave small reminders that they had once been fatal wounds instead of the afterthoughts they were now. He was still fit, his form possibly a bit thinner than it had once been. He absentmindedly thought that if he would remember to eat that that could be easily fixed.
Overall, he came to the conclusion that his appearance was just tired, weary, and worn. It could easily be polished up had he a reason to put the effort into it. But currently, there really wasn’t one. He had lost almost everything, a fact that was at times more of a reality than others.
He was caught, having fallen into a proverbial hole that had been dug by too many others to list. Occasionally he thought that he might have found a way back out. Then he was pushed back in, the hole deeper and slicker. Everyday felt like a struggle to maintain what ground he was standing on and everyday he continued to fight for the most part. He had those moments where the weight was too much.
Reaching out, he rested his palm flat to the mirror’s surface, thumb smoothing over the glass. This time the reflection was just him, and he was glad that for the most part he looked the same as he always had. He was just tired.
Nathan Petrelli ~ Heroes ~ 443 Words ~ Comments