though the concert had ended a few hours before, town had been obnoxiously loud all night. the rhythmic thud of bass rattled his ribcage. it seemed to come from all angles, not that his hearing was any better than your average guy. but there was something about vibrations in the air that coerced the attention of his body. he'd tried to avoid downtown, and had managed it for the most part. but it didn't matter much, now, fans had spread out. windows down as they swerved through dark streets, music pouring from their speakers and their throats alike. it was the same music that had poured from the stadium all night, so it wasn't difficult to pinpoint who was coming from the show and who wasn't.
he didn't mind the music, it was just the plethora of people that made him a bit nervous. his hum grew weary with this amount of people in his city, the possible tragedies on loop in the back of his mind. that was the reason, predominantly, that he'd been so careful to avoid downtown tonight. for fear that his presence would incite something he couldn't clean up.
skin bristles, fuzz prickling at his shoulder blades at the mere thought.
hoodie conceals the protrusion of fuzz, and the wings that threaten to unfold from his back. though, only barely. wind tugs at cloth and skin alike, the slight warmth to the air a pleasant surprise. april was slowly laying winter to rest, and for that he was grateful. form is perched on the edge of a rooftop, the hotel below alight with fans and reporters. he wasn't sure why, it never crossed his mind that maybe the superstar of the hour would be staying at this hotel. it was several miles from downtown, but it was one of the nicer hotels in the area. he lingers on the rooftop more nights than not, he felt so wonderfully concealed by the height of the building.
well, that is, until someone shoves the rooftop door open and floods his safe haven with light. he should disappear, step off the ledge and let his wings spread wide and let night swallow him whole. but his interest is piqued by the blonde that stumbles onto the roof, his body reacting with a wave of energy. hum rippling beneath his skin, the base of his spinal column alight with familiar heat. alarm bells aren't ringing, yet, but his body is primed. ready, and prepared to make a quick exit if things go awry.
"this isn't what it…" words drop off suddenly, as if he'd flung them off the ledge behind him. "it's usually locked." he finishes, gaze flicking between the doorway and her. his eyes struggle to remain blue, the red - tinge that lingers beneath moonlight threatening to be free. red flashes, a few times. just split seconds of crimson, there and gone so quickly someone might actually convince themselves they imagined it. gaze falls, as if he knows his eyes are betraying him.
" i can… uh, go… if this is your…" brows scrunch, as if he isn't even sure what he's saying. "rooftop." he finishes, lamely. foot awkwardly fidgeting with a layer of leaves that litter just behind the ledge of the roof. something, anything, to keep his body moving. to release some of the vibrational energy that ripples beneath fair skin.
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