#vigcur

    ╰☆╮   sounds  of  xander  shifting  around  his  room  isn’t  enough  to  muster  up  much  energy  from  lennon  ,  just  letting  out  a  soft  ,  dejected  sigh  as  response  to  first  part  of  conversation  given  that’s  all  he  needs  from  other  to  know  they’re  off  —  but  second  half  is  enough  to  cause  eyes  to  flicker  open  ,  enough  to  shake  sleep  from  him  ,  ❝  what  ?  ❞  it  shouldn’t  matter  to  lennon  really  ;  they’re  just  sleeping  together  ,  no  strings  attached  ;  but  every  now  and  then  there’s  a  glimpse  of  something  else  ,  something  more  that  makes  even  someone  as  seemingly  unemotional  as  lennon  to  question  their  situation  .  .  .  and  he  hates how  he’s  feeling  right  now  ,  given  ;  if  they’re  just  sleeping  together  ,  xander  shouldn’t  really  feel  need  to  explain  himself  ,  should  he  ?  there’s  a  hoarse  chuckle  ,  rubbing  at  eyes  ,  ❝  you  don’t  even  know  who  ;  just  anyone  but  me  .  ❞  it’s  whatever  ,  tone  expresses  as  much  -  there’s  not  much  he  can  do  to  argue  against  it  given  how  stubborn  he  is  ;  there’s  no  way  he’s  going  to  beg  for  other  to  stay  ,  ❝  if  your  sister’s  setting  it  up  ,  it’s  probably  my  sister  .  .  have  fucking  fun  with  that  .  ❞

same old shit . running in circles . running inside a cage--- A RAT RACE . Tony’s sick of the bullshit and today seems one of the worst days to come to the club and spend his time doing FUCK ALL–– he’s drunk before he even gets there. the back door of the club leads him right into office but all he can think about is SAGE . All he can think about how he has FUCKED UP . Hospital lights keep flashing before his eyes , NIGHT that had ultimately cost him all he found so DEARLY in his life . Tony CAN’T let it go , he’s given Sage a part of him he will never get back and what did all of this matter anyways if the one person he WANTS cannot be with him ? What did he do all this shit for if loneliness is the only blessing he’s got ? Heart aches , wounds so fresh and yet , more than weeks had passed . He knew , Sage would be back working his shift like always and it drove him crazy mad . He remembers words spoken , that it’ll be OKAY , they’ll just be FRIENDS––– jesus fuck , friends ? Really ? It’s a blunt LIE . It doesn’t take long for fingers to shove something out of his pocket and it’s white substance that he’s slowly growing accustomed to , unthinkable to NOT have it with him and it’s like situation almost calls for it to be put to good use , perhaps he’ll be able to concentrate once he feels valued and missed HIGH it gives him . VEINS fill with it , NUMB as he leans back in chair and lets mind go blank-- BLANK . Tony’s suddenly fuelled with burst of energy , he feels hands tremble as they tap on smooth wooden surface and EVENTUALLY , he stands up , thrill rushes up , as blood rings in his ears as he makes way out of office and who would have thought ? He’s walking straight up to bar , he can see Sage’s back , fumbling with alcohol bottles and nothing is going to stop Tony from walking up and slipping behind bar and THANK GOD no one was currently seated on Sage’s side ( not that he would have cared AT ALL ) . Walking up to Sage , he snakes his hands around other’s waist , hovering behind other’s frame until he presses himself against the other’s soft body , head tilting as he puts chin on other’s shoulder , TAKING IN SCENT , god , he wants him back NOW . “ hey pretty angel . . . “ , he murmurs as arms have wrapped around other almost a little too tightly and if Sage would have tried to push other away , it would have taken probably MORE STRENGTH than usually . Nose still powdery and if anyone would have payed attention , it could easily be spotted that it was not any kind of MAKE UP and Tony is not intending to letting GO of Sage ; so caught up in film that is replaying in his head , he is OBSESSED to the point where it physically HURTS HIM .

     kaiser  will  forever  be  indebted  to  his  boss  .  just  days  ago  he  was  struggling  on  the  streets  ,  and  now  he  has  a  room  for  himself  and  his  brother  ,  as  well  as  an  internship  at  a  tattoo  parlour  .  he’s  never  really  given  much  thought  to  tattooing  ,  despite  being  interested  in  drawing  ,  but  his  boss  had  seen  potential  in  his  little  sketchbook  of  doodled  anime  characters  and  now  here  he  is  ,  on  his  first  day  of  his  internship  ,  learning  the  trade  and  starting  his  mission  to  get  his  license  .

ospramiel ╳ ⋮            MOST OF THE time, ospramiel is far more 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 about when he shows his ｗｉｎｇｓ, who is around when he DOES. especially when humans are around because, as much as he 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 them, they simply asked too many questions. but sometimes, it was just too ＴＩＲＩＮＧ to keep hiding them. it was like asking a person not to use their hands, leaving them tied behind his back — how could he?