by "you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
| There's a jarring sound that floods into the base of his ears, deluging him in a motion of nothing but tunes. A fluctating wave of emotions that are all so vivid, and at the same time blurred and indifferent. They are the same ones which greet him later in the day, as if the demons have come out within the night, prodding him from within the consistent linings of shadowed alleyways and dimly lit places. Lights flicker on and off, quickly and in a different shade each time. Sweat is thinly layered over his form, bare upper shirt hardly managing to reduce the chance of overheating whilst crammed in a crowd of dancing people. He is smiling, but it is one of exhaust; the phacade to keep those thinking he is kind. Alvah forces his way out. The desperation to breath cool air is met with a near stumble of the feet - he catches his balance. Thankfully alcohol has been only sipped upon, steady sense of state present as he approaches the bar. He slides into one of the stools, resting his forearms against the counter as a drink is ordered. Glass shrills against the surface, slender fingers curling across the fragile solidity; a strong sensation hits at the back of his throat. A sigh follows shortly after, piercing blue eyes glance around. There are a few about; he thinks, though a glimmer of silver is what enraptures him fully in the individual only a few lengths to his right. There is something strange about him. When Alvah studies from afar, it is nothing but a feeling. Just as loneliness is often mistaken for depression, or depression for loneliness. They are both the same thing, yet also different. Curiousity takes its hold on the blonde, wanting to know more of this unlikely motion. He shifts into the stool next to the seemingly stranger, casually taking his place. "Hey there," he'd start, lips curling upward ever so slightly, "Are you here alone?" again a simple move, his hand would advance towards the arm of the other, fingers gently tracing over. The touch was gentle; innocent. "I'm Alvah, by the way." the one before him was rather attractive, he had striking red eyes that were greatly similar to that of the gem of rubies. His long hair was an unnatural, yet beautiful shade of white. He doubted this other was human, either that or magic had influenced his appearance greatly. Nowadays those that were born purely normal had looks that said otherwise. "What's your name?" the distance was dwindling as the blonde inched closer. |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
