Ā Ā Ā vanitas doesnāt expect the storm that comes tonight. itās vile and violent, dragging heavenās wrath upon the earth to exact some sort of karmic revenge. though the rain is unexpected, itās also most welcome, because with it comes the promise of comfort from memories long past. itās something to which he can cling, especially since it seemed as though the man that walked into his life seemed to have walked quickly out of it as well. vanitas solvei does not despairā Ā heās learned that people he love always walk away at some point or another so he survives the disappointment by shoving itās unwelcome face somewhere deep into his conscience. he does not despair. itās why he sits with whiskey bottle in hand in the bay window of his home, watching quietly as relentless rain pounds the pavement and is joined by the accomplice of hail. from bad to worse, always.Ā
Ā Ā Ā in all honesty, he has no business staying up at an ungodly hour as three in the morning, but he canāt help himself. the whiskey warms his chest more than anything he convinces himself ever could, especially cainās Ā ever - charming Ā words. itās the life they lead, he knows, but he canāt convince himself that anyone will ever willingly stay. maybe heās been spirited away somewhere and found himself another plaything far more pliant than himself. a comforting thoughtā Ā he laughs, and bile threatens to spill over. he doesnāt despair, he thinks, but Ā LIES.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the list of unexpected events for the day grows longer when he hears the front door opening. immediately, he reaches for the gun in his belt and aims it at his Ā would - be Ā guest Ā ( he never even bothered changing out of his clothes from earlier. fuck. ) Ā heās clearly not expecting guests at this hour, but the way his life is lead makes vanitas jump at every shadow.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā āthĀ fuckāre you and what do you want?Ā ā
have this dumbass || @everglows
