The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

Not wanting to fight, he was hoping to scare away whoever it was that had crossed his path. At the sound of a voice, not bathed in hate or disgust, the one fully formed ear cupped in its direction. Relunctantly he himself relaxed, muscles still coiled but the lips he had left relaxed to cover the other half of his face. With a few blinks he was able to see clearer, the familiar face, they had met once before - rather pleasantly too if he might add. 

Do I? He felt more cold than hot if he was honest. Look hot I mean. He could use with some pleasantries right now and the brief moment of sarcasm and teasing he could mutter felt good. Still he had yet to look at himself in a reflection if he was to picture what he looked like now, was anything but attractive. He pictured something that would make children cry and babes scream. If he was concerned about having a family before, that dream seemed further out of his reach now more than ever.