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Of course, it couldn’t be helped that this guy turned into the biggest man child when he was sick.
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If Suffering had a face this would be it.
Of course, it couldn’t be helped that this guy turned into the biggest man child when he was sick.
Beginnings;
“likerosesdeathblooms:
Noah’s job was pretty simple. All he had to do was write down a customer’s order,pass that order to the barista and charge the customer after his order was done. It was an easy job,although not one that Noah enjoyed. The male found it quite boring and as a way to pass the time,he would start conversations with either his co-workers or the customers.
Noah was taking an order,when he couldn’t help but notice a young man,around his age,entering the shop; with his black clothes and sunglasses,he definitely stood out from the crowd.
“Of course.”,Noah replied as he wrote down the male’s order. Passing the note to the barista next to him,he added “Turbo shot,hah. Long day ahead?”
“More like an eventful night,” a wry grin as ebony sunglasses are pulled downward to reveal dark circles under his eyes, his trophies to don after an evening most exciting.
“I was entertaining a crowd last night. Things got a little... hectic.”
Not that he remembered much after his eighth shot of vodka. Hungover and sleep deprived were his very being today, alas, he still had to figure out a way to make himself function like a normal human being.
“D’ya know a good breakfast joint around here?”
lightinmismatchedeyes:
She felt a bit awkward posing. Being on the ice would have been a lot better for a picture. Maybe she would look better skating. Wait, did she look okay when she skated? Cue her mini doubt. After the picture was taken, she smiled at him then laughed a little as he striked his pose.
Snap!
“T-There we go. Your pose just seems to be oozing confidence.”
Confidence? His varied by circumstance, but he had to admit it had increased volumes since he’d begun performing on stages. Casting brown eyes around, he contemplates whether or not to take his leave now - exchanging numbers seemed like a good end point didn’t it?
No, not yet. He wasn’t ready.
“Want to get a bite to eat?” There were some stands nearby with some mighty good looking food, and who would turn down a treat? “ -- I’m in the mood for some ice cream myself.”
lightinmismatchedeyes:
Hikari was happy that she had his number and vice versa. The only numbers she had in her phone were those of relatives and a few close friends. She looked up at Belial with a bright smile. “Y-You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.” In his phone was just her full name. He could choose something to call her later. She never did have a set nickname. One thing was missing though…
And there it was. A picture. However, before she could ask, he already had his camera aimed at her. “E-Eh? Um…”
"H-How’s this?“
Ah, the downside to rarely being asked to pose.
If only he’d thought to capture a photo of her whilst she was skating before -- that would have been quite wondrous! But, also creepy. Probably. Not that he was a creepy person per se, but he did enjoy the aesthetic. Her movements had been fluid, artistic -- and that was precisely what he wished to immortalize.
“That’s perfect.” Cue the sound of a snapshot being taken. “Did I mention I like photography? I’d love to get a shot of you on the ice sometime, if you don’t mind.”
“For now, though...” He grins confidently, striking a pose of his own. “My turn, right?”
“I wanna be drunk when I wake up, On the right side of the wrong bed. And every excuse I made up. Tell you the truth I hate. What didn't kill me, It never made me stronger at all .”
Beginnings;
It wasn’t often Belial ventured out of his way to snag some caffeine -- he usually had a hefty stock of Red Bull in his car, and yet he found himself wanting after realizing that he had indeed gulped down what little nectar remained in that tiny, shiny can. Deciding it might be best to replace one vice with another, he chooses the lesser of two evils, seeking out a nearby cafe and exiting his car. Before choosing to enter, however, it’d probably be wise to finish up his cigarette.
Another vice, but not one he’d be giving up anytime soon.
Extinguishing the cancer stick beneath his heel, he walks inside the building, straight to the counter, and addresses what he could only assume was a cute male in his twenties.
“Hey. .Can I get a large caramel frap, add a turbo shot if y’can.” He had no idea if this was one of those places they’d ask for his name, but he supposed he’d be finding out soon enough.
lightinmismatchedeyes:
She was certainly surprised he agreed to learn it. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, she nodded a bit. “A-Alright… Then that’s the song.” It relieved her a bit that the suggestion wasn’t shot down. It was the song only song that had come to mind at that moment. She once again smiled at the obsidian-haired man as she gazed at him.
"R-Right! Um…“ She felt her pockets before bringing out a thin silver cellphone. She slid her index finger up, unlocking the screen, and then going to her contacts. After a few taps, she took his cellphone and typed in her cellphone number, proceeding to hand his phone back to him and handing her phone to him.
"I-If it’s not too much trouble, mind putting in your cellphone number too?”
Now, Belial was content. Not only had he met a lovely, friendly lady today -- he had been able to guarantee that they would be able to keep in touch, that this wouldn’t end here. How long had it been since he’d felt a genuine connection with another human being? Too long, he thought, heaving a mental sigh. It was nice to be able to change that. And he had Hikari to thank. Quickly did he input his own number at her request, using the nickname ‘Bel’ when typing it into her device.
It was funny how things worked -- he hadn’t expected his day to turn out like this.
“Thank you,” he offers a warm smile, returning her phone to her, and holding his own up after opening the camera app and centering her on his screen. “I need a contact picture, y’know. Strike a pose!”
lightinmismatchedeyes:
“N-No, I’m afraid I don’t know them or the song.” She laughed as well, playing with her hair. “I-I’m not sure either…” This definitely was a bit difficult. They had different genres, but there was no such thing as one being too difficult for the others. Twirling a lock of golden hair in her slender index finger, she thought on songs she knew. His willingness to learn a song for the occasion was sweet and very much appreciated on her part.
"W-Well… I know it must be a really cliche song and maybe not a top choice for you, but… Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years? I-I can think of a different one if you’d like.“ It was a bit embarrassing to suggest the song, but she was familiar with it and it was one she knew rather well.
He wasn’t too surprised when she said she wasn’t familiar -- the band itself wasn’t too mainstream to begin with. But, it had been the first fitting song to come to mind. As for her suggestion -- he smiled upon hearing it, nodding once as he attempted to recall the song mentally. There was absolutely no opposition on his behalf. “No, no, no. That’s the one you chose, so that’s the one I’ll learn.”
“But, for now...” He reaches into the warm pocket of his jacket, pulling out a slender black cell phone and sliding a lithe digit against the screen to unlock it. Casually did he extend his hand to give it to her, head canting slightly in question. “May I have your phone number? I’d hate for these plans to be cancelled because we weren’t able to keep in touch.”
I’ve always been lonely.
4 word story (via hey-its-kiffxr)
lightinmismatchedeyes:
Oh boy. She nearly immediately regretted her decision, but she couldn’t back down now. She made a deal and she was going to stick to it. It honestly made her a bit nervous to sing with someone. Singing in class with her teacher was different than singing ot someone’s music. She sang to channel her emotions, and this time someone other than herself and instructor would be there to bear witness to her feelings. To her soul. She would be exposing herself to him in a way… but she trusted him.
Perhaps it was naive of her to trust a total stranger, but she already considered him a friend. He didn’t judge her, he listened. He was interested in what she had to say, her thoughts. It was something she appreciated. Her mismatched hues returned to look at him.
She couldn’t help grinning herself. “W-Well, before I go deciding, tell me what songs you know. I can choose based on the songs you know.”
He really should have asked her what genre’s she was was keen on -- now he had no idea if she would even know the songs he might, or should suggest. Still, she had requested his input, and so he would oblige. “Hmm...” He brought a hand to his obsidian hair, pushing it back whilst in thought. “Have you ever heard of the band Within Temptation? Maybe the song ‘Angels’ by them?” He chuckles a bit, casting his gaze downward. “I have to apologize -- I’m not really sure what to suggest.”
If he’d heard her sing before, he might be a little better at this.
“Y’know, I wouldn’t mind learning a song for you just for the occasion.”
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My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I’m walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half.
Margaret Weis, Dragons of Spring Dawning (via wordsnquotes)
lightinmismatchedeyes:
“Y-You want me to sing for you?"
Well, that was certainly surprising. A deal then. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before giving an answer. On one side, if she sang for him, she could hear him play, but that meant an individual performance. On the other hand, she could sing to his playing and not worry too much about possibly embarrassing herself. Which was better? After a few more moments of contemplating, she came to a decision. "D-Deal. I’ll sing for you if you’ll play for me."
Her rosy lips formed a smile once more as she looked up at him. She could trust him. ‘I can relax around him. I can do it,’ she thought to herself.
He knew full well what he was asking of her -- there was a certain vulnerability in agreeing to perform for someone, some individuals would bear their souls, and in all honestly? Belial wanted to see what hers looked like. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, but it had truly been so long since he’d met someone as kind as her, someone that seemed to bring out his own kindness as if it were second nature.
“I’ll look forward to it,” he grins. “Any requests? I’ll play whatever you want.”
Since she would be singing, the least he could do was play a song she was comfortable with. “Or if you’d like to freestyle... I can create the rhythm for you.”
Stary New Years Eve near Echo Lake, Colorado [6883 x 4594] [OC]
I’m dying to know if you’d choose me if things were different
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lightinmismatchedeyes:
The skater silently listened to his answers. So he preferred Rock. While she didn’t mind rock, she preferred classical music to it any day, although she used pop music at times for skating routines. “I only know how to play piano. Guitar wasn’t my forte.” She laughed a little, but had a kind smiled. It was then her turn to address his question.
“No. S-Singing. I-It’s been a hobby of mine, but… I’d like to make it big one day singing. E-Even if it’s just for music for my routines.“ She blushed a little, realizing it probably sounded childish.
He had dabbled with pianos before, but he’d concluded that his current instrument was more his style by a long shot -- not to mention he preferred to be able to maneuver around a stage. Picturing her playing, he couldn’t help but to imagine her as graceful as he’d seen her before, lost in her own world free from reality. “How about we make a deal? I’ll play for you if you’ll sing for me. Or, if you’d like... you could sing to my playing.”
Now that was an idea. The makings of a band, perhaps?
He was getting ahead of himself.