#yjsacha

Daxton wasn’t usually averse to the darkness, in fact on any fine day he’d prefer laying in bed with all the lights switched off (given his roommate wasn’t awake at that time), content with the flicker of light that shone through his room’s window. But there was something oddly unsettling about this blackout, so much so that even the faintest flicker of light had been darkened out and this got to him more than he thought it would. Tonight in fact, it was way past his usual night owl hours and he still couldn’t sleep. It felt ridiculous feeling like a little child, waiting for the monster to come out from under his bed and terrify him, but that’s precisely how he felt and somehow it kept his already awake brain thinking a little too much. 

Maybe, just maybe he could try the one person who might be awake at this time of the night. Despite their last rather awkward encounter, the duo had tried to maintain a rather cordial and casual manner around each other for every time they bumped into each other at the sharehouse. It was possibly the best way to maintain their little secret without making a big deal out of it. So when Daxton pulls up his phone, eyes squinting at the sudden brightness that seemed so blinding, his fingers pause a couple of times while drafting and redrafting the message. Finally hitting send without quite expecting a response until the morning.

THERE’S a dull throbbing emanating from the center of his brain that even through closed eyes, Daxton could feel the weak sunlight illuminating his face. All in all, the morning had already begun with regrets and foggy memories of the prior evening, so much so that it takes him a moment or so to finally realise that he was not in fact alone in this oh so unfamiliar bed. This fact alone causes him to crack open his eyes with a mild groan, hands instantly reaching up to massage his temples before his surroundings come into focus in an almost cinematic way. Strewn clothes haphazardly thrown about the small room, the metallic taste of alcohol still in his mouth and his extremely messy hair that clouded his vision were enough indicators to remind him (or rather parts of it) of the happenings of last night. 

Does your muse like to explore dangerous places?

it’s not something that he’d particularly like, but he’d totally be down for it if he really had to! if we’re talking like, dangerous parts of town or something like that then he’d probably just avoid it, but if it’s something like abandoned buildings or the like then his curiosity might get the better of him.