#septemberbroughtthefcll

"Hey, you," he said as he jogged up to the other, "Arrow, right? You work here?" he asked, nodding to the hospital they were in. "My partner's here and I didn't know if you knew anything about it"

the gallery was beautiful, sure. he wasn't blind to it. tall white walls, dark wood fixtures, glasses sparkling, painting lined in uneven bursts of colour and shadow. somewhere, someone was loud enough to feel desperate while others were so quiet they seemed to be waiting for everyone else to shut up long enough for them to escape. it was anyone's guess which one miles was.

he had escaped the thickness of the crowd about twenty thousand-yearsminutes ago. drifted off to the back of the gallery, where the lighting was dimmer and folks seemed far less brave to discuss the garbage they were looking at. though, there was a painting there that kept pulling his attention back no matter how many times he told himself he wanted to leave. it was mostly blue. that's the simple, stupid version -- what he'd say if he wanted to prove he was above it all. it wasn't just blue, it was dark, black in places, light in others. felt like cold water, ache, that morning and every morning after.

he hated that, he hated more that he understood it. it understood him. he never liked being icarus on paper.

the name on the card meant nothing to him, blackthorn. who the hell names their kid something as pretentious as julian blackthorn .. says miles hollingsworth iii. the irony was not lost on him. eyes flick back to the painting, nose scrunching. “ bit overdramatic, ” he murmured under his breath, not sure if he meant the art, artist, or himself. a shift of movement startled him, his head turning just enough to notice someone ( @septemberbroughtthefcll ) standing close. eyes close, he curses under his breath. “ i'm going to hope you're not the artist .. 'cause, i've just made this significantly more uncomfortable for both of us. ”

"I mean there's must be something about it in the books or the internet, right? Dreams must have meaning or something like it. Or maybe I'm just going totally crazy, I don't know" Eddie says to the other, flipping through the pages of a book.

"Remind me to never eat sushi from a gas station again," she groaned, face pale as she looked at the other. "Not that we'll possibly see each other again seeing as I don't know you but you know what I mean"

"Men are stupid," she said as she sat back in her seat, looking at the person besides her for a brief moment before looking down at the table. "I wasn't even interested anyways"

"Oh, right. In what can I help you with?" Odile asks, once Minette steps on the library she works with, already feeling bored.