#ecxtaemin

ecxtaemin            His well worn mask of nonchalance is slowly cracking, shattering around his lips as they pull into a frown, and splintering up towards his eyes as they hold an ever brief flash of concern in the depths of dark irises. A searching gaze can barely make out the other’s form, of which is shrouded in darkness by the night that hangs overhead, and there’s a soft breeze that blows over the rooftop of their apartment complex, skewing his vision even further when his fringe is disturbed from his forehead. A hand raises, carding through the locks, and he crosses his legs from where they dangle from the ledge of the concrete barrier, sitting upon it with his back facing the cityscape. “Hurt?” A repetitive inquiry, but it holds genuine worry as the clouds blocking the moonlight shift, giving him a better view of his acquaintance. Working in a club has all kinds of hazards, he knows; glasses breaking, fights occurring, impatient patrons… Sometimes, even the authorities are called, and if he can recall anything about the last party he attended, he’s aware of just how dangerous it can get. It’s why this bit of information given to him isn’t so surprising, but still. Jet should be more careful. “How so?”

Jet had two white lines across one of his eyebrows with a cut underneath that was ever so slightly visible. A sign that he had cut himself somehow. That mixed with the  blacky-purpleness of his eye, spelt out that something had happened in the club. Rubbing the back of his head with his hand, both his eyebrows arched into an expression that read he knew he had to explain sometime and from the slight pain that he had. He didn't like to make the other worry and it only added to Jet feeling like an idiot He mumbled “Well, things got a little heated in the club last night.”