u/UrTypical10yr

I asked my mom to give me an adjective and a noun - I got purple eyes. Here's what I wrote in about 15-20 minutes:

• ***disclaimer; he doesn't actually have purple eyes, im planning on them being a deep indigo/grayish blue that Jo mistakes for purple being revealed like as a lesson to not idealize or mystify regular people

shiny purple skin

Dennis had purple eyes. That was the first thing that Jo noticed about him. Dennis, the purple-eyed, pudgy boy who stood bowlegged at the front of the dimly lit classroom. 

It was quiet as Ms. Reid introduced him to the rest of the dubious children, so much so that a rigorous hum could be felt throughout the creaky desks. It traveled from the rusting metal legs into the encrusted floor, up the brick walls and resounding against the glass panes of the small windows. It shook Jo in his seat, caused him to dig his brittle nails into the tough metal of his steel chair. The sound intensified every time the boy blinked; thick brown lashes obscured the vibrant hue briefly, a violet sheen to his irises that glowed even behind the subtle cloak of his pale skin, blue and red and purple veins crisscrossing and coursing through those magnificent, mauve eyes. 

It took Jo a while to stop his beating heart from crashing straight through his chest when purple Dennis was seated right in front of him. He imagined it slamming straight into the boy’s head to try and calm it down, but the proceeding thought of his eyes being more visible through the newly created heart shaped hole in his head started up the rapid palpitating all over again. 
His head wasn’t that bad to look at, though. Wide with thick brown hair that stopped at his nape but hung up to his ears, it was as much a sight to behold as his eyes were. The entirety of the purple boy was beautiful to look at. His lips were thin, but they became nearly untraceable when he spoke, skin glossy but dull all at once. A flattened nose that flared with every small inhale and constantly furrowing eyebrows at every new, foreign word that was spoken to him. Jo continued to hear the hum up close when he first talked to the purple boy. 

Dennis came from Germany - Jo always associated the country with beer and pretzels, but Dennis told him in broken, thickly accented English that he’d never had either during his early childhood there.