desolate

               He then turns, a toxic smog of nicotine being                blown to the side before shamelessly confessing,

♘ ; the blonde-haired individual is only able to tilt his head towards the sky, a taint of impure oxygen circulating his lungs as the recognizable sneer of nicotine hadn't appeared shy to his nasal passages, and what have you, blue will shield itself from the familiarity of the world, as a gentle laugh quakes chapped lips.

     weariness had pondered his mind, and      his appetite had grown small; connor       will only rephrase his sentence to       something new.

Derek and the Dominos - Bell Bottom Blues

Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor to you?

               ( if he had the time, or thought it wouldn’t be even slightly weird in anyway imaginable, he could sit and listen to the male talk for hours on end if not all day. he’s riveting, more so than anyone he’s ever met in his entire, short life. it makes ronan himself feel almost like a fool. an anxious, timid, ignorant little fool who can’t help but stare once more, watching every little movement like a bloody hawk     this will become a habit. )

          “I          “

               ( there’s an uncertainty of how to properly respond in his tone, eyes, body language, everything; even if it was just a single word. again, interacting     he hates it, and this is the reason why; never knowing what to say, and when he does it always back fires. it would be terribly rude for him to just nod his head and ignore, trying to pretend as if there was just nothingness surrounding him and he was alone. that won’t work regardless, so better think of at least something to say. )

♘ ; perhaps connor was an oddity to the planet earth, and maybe he had settled within the crowd of the broken -- but, he couldn't help but watch what he didn't understand; the blonde isn't shy, not in the least. he stares; he reads; he examines -- simply because, when something manages to catch his eye, he can't look away. self control had been something he greatly lacked; surely, it would soon cause him to fall into a pit deep of trouble.

        ❝ unfinished sentences are for cliffhangers -- i hate          those; speak your mind, sweets. ❞

eyes will line into a dainty smile, a certain stress weighing down on connor's brow as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, smoke forming in front of petals that leaked a paled-pink as he stares breezily at the blonde next to him, gaze only averting after a certain amount of time weighs over the two ---- connor had always adored diversity; finding it quite intriguing that two people of the same can have completely different on one same subject; he had vaguely remembered meeting two girls that shared the name of ashley -- one of them, going on and on about why obama is the absolute best president, and the other only being able to roll her (very blue) eyes.