ย ย ย ย ย he doesnโt deign to raise to the bait tonight, ( though the repercussions of a hefty shove once again cross his mind & his nose wrinkles at the plume of smoke blown his way ). he heaves a sigh instead, near lost in the music filtering through the walls and windows and front door, spilling out into the otherwise quiet night. caz doesnโt know why heโs HERE โ at the party that is. the exhausting motivator of expectation, likely. part of a dictated script he follows because that is what the imaginary audience wants. heโs always been following scripts, it seems ; first his fatherโs, now one of his own making : ย ย be seen at the party, drink, half-heartedly flirt, jump in the pool, argue with kieranโฆย ย ย it all suddenly seems so frivolous, insignificant against the tide of the future. caz feels weighed down by a wave of weariness, dumps out the contents of his cup into the bushes below so he can stop holding it. argue with kieran. ( why ? ). he eyes him again, straightening from leaning on the railing to rest with his hip against it and arms crossed instead. ย ย โ dunno โ โย ย ย itโs vague, but then again so had the question.ย ย ย โ like you said, i guess, avoiding the FUN. โ ย ย he thinks again about frozen minnesota lakes at midnight and time standing still. the closest heโs gotten on the west coast is on dark beaches with rippling waves reflecting broken starlight โ but hollis is too far inland for that to be convenient. kieran is almost luminescent in the dim light, from blonde hair to neon paint, and caz is reminded briefly of the way ice looks under moonlight. his chin jerks in an approximation of a nod, ย ย โ what are you still doing HERE ? โ
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ that slips past him, heโd been warm inside, being tossed among the throngs of people and from the pure adrenaline that ran through his veins, feeding from the energy and excitement of the crowd, walking as if quinby was his kingdom, and feeling like a god. the letters k-i-n-g are written across his chest, courtesy of giselle. but as the goosebumps litter his toned arms, making him feel something other than whatever courses through his veins, itโs a reminder that heโs mortal. the luxurious roll of his eyes is a natural reaction whenever something pirouettes out of cazโs mouthย ,ย ย โย god -- youโre fuckinโ BORINGย .ย you may as well have just grabbed a telescope and WATCHED from your window at billingsย .ย โย ย he murmurs, pulling the joint from his lips, blue orbs eyeing it wedged between his digits under the dim porch lightingย ,ย ย โย finishing THIS offย .ย iโd OFFER you a hit but i know youโre too much of a GOOD BOYย to even come close to itย .ย โย he pauses, eyes swivelling back over to cazย ,ย ย โย considering your CAREER is most likely headed for the pits BEFORE itโs even been lifted off the groundย ,ย think you could LOOSEN up a bit cazย . --- and youโve ALREADY disappointed daddy by choosing to PLAY with sticks instead of ballsย ,ย โย he canโt help the way his lips twitch in amusement at his own wordsย ,ย โย got NOTHINโ to loseย .ย just like MEย .ย โ