 Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
Alex tore at the loose threads of his fingerless gloves, unravelling the thumb hole down to his knuckle as he shuffled along, pulling on a black jacket and flipping up the hoodie, yet another implement for boxing himself in. He was feeling intensely frustrated and despairing, emotions not new to the dark teen. The situation only amplified his negative persona, and violent, disturbing thoughts flashed across his mind as he pondered the possibility of his roommate dying off or in the very least, Princess. He smirked and spun his loop in slow circles, pushing in his earphones and setting the volume on high, just above a normal decibel and just below hearing loss. Screeching lyrics wrapped tight around his accepting mind as he fell into the revenge fed music of Basilisk Bite, the hatred it pumped coaxing him to breathe deeper. His muscles uncoiled stiffly and just as he was peering around for an abandoned corner, he collided with a solid mass. As his thin body crushed into it he felt that the form was warm, and breathing, and smelled good. His blood froze and he thrust the figure away from him, trying to breathe. Something, not defined by terror but stronger, possessed him and nausea twisted his innards. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THINKING?" He screeched shakily, rubbing at his clothes and skin, trying to scrape off the essence of whoever he'd hit. His mouth was dry, and he felt his eyes were unfocused, giving him a dizzying sensation. His heart beat so fast, it pained him, crashing against his ribs like a battering ram.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship so beware |