#nola.start

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 flyers should’ve been spread throughout the city with how the young man had kept himself hidden from society for the past weeks . he kept up with the gossip not that he had much of a choice . “ now , do you honestly believe i’m that stupid to believe you have no idea what happened last night ? i’d suggest you fix it before you find your head ripped off and your body at the bottom of the bloody ocean . “ veins appears under eyes , intimidating his more than likely ex employee , sighing in annoyance at how incompetent these humans seem to be .

new  orleans  is  a  fresh  start  -  perhaps  closer  to  his  past  than  he  was  aware  of  -  drenched  in  the  familiar  hum  of  the  supernatural,  with  just  enough  room  for  change.  “  I  think  I  stopped  being  a  stud  when  I  officially  hit  the  mid  thirties  mark  but  I  could  be  popular  with  the  moms,  ”  tone  mocking,  hiding  his  fears  beneath  humour  once  more.  “  see  --  totally  a  mind  reader.  ”  he  chuckled.  “  fancy  pointing  me  in  the  direction  of  a  bar  that  needs  a  new  owner  ?  ”

time  seemed  so  very  LINEAR  --  that  despite  how  short  a  span  it’d  been,  his  torment  almost  certainly  felt  as  treacherous  as  if  it  had  been  a  thousand  years  or  just  an  eternity.  his  confusion  remained  a  consequence  of  this,  unable  to  quite  grasp  his  place  as  he  remained  seated  within  a  small  cafe  in  new  orleans.  eye’s  daring  to  focus  on  anything  that  could  put  him  at  ease  “  forgive  me  for  the  rather  strange  request... ”  he  chuckled,  tone  almost  sad  unable  to  be  hidden  by  his  stoicism.  “ could  you  just  confirm  the  year  ?  ”