#aerodeha

He is so weak. He’s so weak that all he can really do is run and hide. Who would’ve thought he’d be running and hiding from the people he likes, from the people he actually considers friends? But....can you really call them friends when you are always hiding? Right, he’s always already hiding and no one really knows how he truly is. He can’t do this. He can’t keep people close. He doesn’t even know how people do it. Guess a lot of people aren’t as afraid of commitment than he is. 

He’s hiding now. He’s no longer running. He’s behind a tree trunk. Not the best place to hide but he hopes to all the dragons in heaven or hell that he won’t be spotted, that they lost him. He closes his eyes, breathes in shaky breath. “What....the hell....” Aisen isn’t suppose to be here either! If there’s someone he actually fears it’s Aisen. She’s seen so much. She knows his secrets. Nicholas is getting there...You better be careful. Look at this....You’re falling apart....

He inhales and when he does, he takes in the scent of that familiarness, “.....” It’s that dragon boy! He’s hesitant, he’s worried that he’s going to be noticed. He’s in the open! This tree trunk is a horrible place to hide. 

Why? Of ALL the times, why is it now? This feeling of absolute shit has got to go. It’s been driving the blind guy insane. Palms are sweaty, arms and legs are weak and he’s not steady at all. he’s walking slow, sweaty palm grazing lightly against the wall as he walk. His face feels hot. Whatever sickness he’s caught in Hive Fucking City is going to pay. Though, it’s not like he can do anything about it. What is he going to do, punch the sickness or something? HAH. It doesn’t take a blind person to know that he looks like complete and total shit. Like a train just hit him or like someone just dropped molten HOT water on him, or SOMETHING. He breathes like he’s been running miles on end and he looks like he could break under the lightest of feathers dropped on his shoulder. This fucker shouldn’t even be out and about. He should be resting. Unfortunately being bed-ridden is not something Jasper likes doing. 

Dizzy stared at the other, a look of awe in her eyes.

            “You there!” She exclaimed at the nearest person she could find, all the while holding bags filled with bread that she hadn’t expected to win at a bakery that very certain day.

He’d thought he hadn’t been followed, though he should’ve suspected the opposite, his outfit was too flashy. What could he say, though? He loved costumes and no one would recognize him in this. It was way too bright for his usual tastes but he had to admit, it had a gaudy flare to it.. Kinda like some ridiculous American party attire or something.