To waste, ravage, sack and destroy.

Perwyn Eson - 21 - Squire “There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.”

[norahofvictory]

"Oh, I’m also coffee type, but this tea… You will not regret it, trust me."

[perwyn-eson]

"I'll get one as well, then. Anything else I won't regret?" 

[lady-ofthesea]

Well, I need something alcoholic now, like scotch, but I’m not so sure about you. What do you drink? Beer? Vodka?

[perwyn-eson]

I usually go for whatever was cheapest but still something that doesn't taste like puke going down. But, hell, let's go for scotch. 

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

"Hmm..."

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

She slipped off her sunglasses, flashing him a falsely shocked look. “I’ll have you know Mister Picot is a perfect gentleman! It’s Grant Snyder we both have to look out for — he doesn’t care if you’re a man or a woman, so long as you’re beautiful. It’s a problem for us, because we’re both rather beautiful.”

[perwyn-eson]

A slightly awkward laugh escaped Perwyn as he listened to her. He had been called many positive adjectives, but hearing the word 'beautiful' be pinned to him by her was something he hadn't really been expecting. "Well, I'll avoid Mr. Snyder then." He studied her features for a moment. "Are you someone I should avoid as well?" 

[holdenvitello-blog1]

"Rain, of course."

[holdenvitello-blog1]

Holden flashed the other man a look, suggesting this was information he had very much wanted to keep private. “Holden Vitello. I doubt you’ve heard much about me — I tend to keep out of the spotlight more than my brothers.” 

[perwyn-eson]

Perwyn shivered, perhaps from the cold of the clothes that were sticking to his limbs or maybe the fact that he found himself in the presence of one of the Vitello's. Who wouldn't be uncomfortable to suddenly be found in that position? "Still, you're one of the three." He muttered, unsure if he should continue talking or should simply take off. He realised that he would probably never see him again and repeated the 'screw it' from before. "I think the fact that you 'stay out of the spotlight' makes you even more interesting to the media." Of course, having two brothers who often decorated the fronts of magazines, it was easy for him to stay away from having his face on the glossy cover, but still, mysteries fascinated people. 

[hornofwintcr]

Her visage emulated an expression that of a school-girl, a slab of mischief veiled her fine countenance. “I think that applies for everyone, honestly. I only did my job to warn him. The rest of the event is for me to laugh at.”

[perwyn-eson]

"Fair enough, but I feel that some people have a side that's sometimes downright terrifying." A nod came from him as he studied the girl. "I never actually introduced myself, I'm Perwyn." He often felt like his mother had named him after someone straight out of a fantasy book, but the awkwardness of that thought had slowly faded away. 

[jensenhuntsthenight]

Layer by Layer || Modern Perwyn & Ashlynn

[jensenhuntsthenight]

Continued from this

People started to board the train and Ash linked arms with Perwyn, holding him back for a moment. “Lasagna sounds perfect for tonight and I like the thought of having a chance to redeem that last attempt. That wasn’t even lasagna last time, ew.” Ash laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. For as much as they hung out together Perwyn might as well have been another brother. Granted, a brother who wasn’t constantly trying to protect or baby her, but a brother definitely. She took him by the hand and pulled him eagerly onto the train, then, tucking in among all the people as the doors closed.

Once the train got going and stops were whizzing by them at a lightning speed, Ash stood there with Perwyn and looked around the faces in the train. As she looked around she thought about the night they had ahead of them. “Oh, guess what? You remember when we were out the other night and that cute ass waitress was, like, all over you? She’s in my Contemporary Lit class. She totally asked about you this morning. I told her you’re single.” Ash smirked at him and bopped her finger against his nose.

[perwyn-eson]

He smiled at the thought of black hunk of what was supposed to be lasagna, letting Ashlynn pull him into the train, fine with sitting or standing anywhere. For a moment they fell silent and Perwyn studied what was most likely his best friend. Perwyn had many people he could call his friend, but the ease with which Ashlynn and he spent time together made him feel like he could call her his closest friend.

He sighed dramatically and leant into her, shaking his head but a small 'hoop' escaped him as she touched his nose. "And here I thought you wanted me to focus on my studies, Ashlynn." A grin was on his face as he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well, I guess I could give it a shot." He shrugged before changing the subject. "But tonight, we're celebrating you! D'you want me to buy anything before we start cooking? Ice cream? Cookies? Flowers?"  

[perwyn-eson]

Perwyn was sitting on a bench in the park, blinking to stay awake as he read the textbook that was on his legs. Pulling a hand through his hair, he yawned and stretched. He looked around, wondering if he was even accomplishing anything by studying and not sleeping. Setting his textbook aside, he let his head loll backwards looked at the clouds passing by instead almost falling asleep again. 

[hamishvitello-deactivated201412]

Without knowing it his teeth softly bit his lower lip; eyes glancing over the man, returning to his hands—he lathered them again with soap to distract himself.

"Hehehe yeah shit happens I guess…You uhhhh…You having a good time?"

[perwyn-eson]

Perwyn took two steps to a sink beside the stranger and laughed at the understatement. "Having a blast." He said, turning on the tap and pushing his shirt into the sink. "And you?" He said, turning his face to the man. Upon recognising his features, his eyes widened and he inhaled sharply. "Wow, aren't you– Are you Hamish?" 

[jensenhuntsthenight]

Perwyn sounded just about as shocked as Ash had felt when she’d seen the paper. He hugged her and wiggled from side to side, and it made her laugh. Her fingers combed through his hair for a moment before he stepped away and she shrugged. “I was supposed to have dinner with my mother but she cancelled. So, I kind of figured I’d just,” Ash made a gesture with her hand and shook her head, “Watch horror movies back at the dorm until my eyes fall out?”

[perwyn-eson]

Perwyn pulled down the sides of his face as he frowned. "That's celebrating?" He sighed dramatically but grinned. "Well, shall we try and re-do that lasagna? Last time didn't really work." He laughed, inviting himself as he sometimes did with Ashlynn. He hoped she didn't mind. The train arrived and people shuffling forward to board. 

[jensenhuntsthenight]

"Pfft, I take it back, I take it back! Seriously, there’s no better wingman than you, I’d be lost without you." Ash giggled at the way she and Perwyn always interacted with each other. She’d have to say he was easily her best friend. "Oh, uh uh, it’s not what I did. I mean, technically, kind of. I got an A on a paper in my Lit class and, honestly, even though I thought it was great when I wrote it, I never expected to get an A because the professor is bonkers. So, I don’t know, maybe he finally got laid right before he graded papers or something."

[perwyn-eson]

He laughed and nudged her, knowing that she didn't take it seriously. Listening to her, he took a step away from her and let himself gape. "What." He knew from Amara that Lit class was hard as hell and then laughed, hugging Ashley as he wobbled from side to side like a penguin, extremely happy for her. "That's great!" He said as he stepped away again, smiling. "And what are your plans for tonight, then?" 

[lady-ofthesea]

Great then. I’m Ainsley.

[perwyn-eson]

Nice to meet you, Ainsley. I'm Perwyn. What kind of drink were you talking about, actually? 

[jensenhuntsthenight]

At the sound of a voice Ashlynn turned and tried to find out where it had come from. She spotted Perwyn and she narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, and making a face. All playfully of course. “No, step back, I can’t be seen with a History major. Ew.” But Ash’s act didn’t hold up for long and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “You done for the day, babe?”

[perwyn-eson]

"Oh?" Perwyn said, raising his eyebrows. "How about you go find another wingman, then." He said, before laughing and wrapping his arms around her. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." He said, mentioning to the platform around them. "So, what have you done this time to put that laugh on your face? I mean, it wasn't me, so something else earth shattering must have happened." He said, slinging an arm around her. 

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

"Hmm..."

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

"Pish posh, who cares if you bend the rules a little? I’ll vouch for you if it makes you feel better. ‘Oh, no, he adored every single one of the guests! I promise, he wasn’t the least bit tired of their drunkenness.’ How many of them have already tried groping you? I saw Miss Renolds was getting rather frisky.” She took a long sip of the drink, determined to at least get a buzz going to make the most of this evening that she could.

[perwyn-eson]

A small laugh escaped him at her vouching for him. He tugged his tie off, the black material cutting off any cooling air that might offer some respite from the warmth of the people and the pool. He then shook his head. "Ah, well, you get used to it." He turned to face her. "I could say the same about you. Wasn't Mister Picot getting a hands?" He looked around as he said that, to check if someone was listening and if anyone was wondering why the waiting staff was sitting down and chatting with the attendees. 

[holdenvitello-blog1]

"Rain, of course."

[holdenvitello-blog1]

"I was heading to the Vitello building, but with this weather, I’m debating against walking. You’re a student then, I presume?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking, pulling out the large umbrella he had stored away to block out some of the cold rain. 

[perwyn-eson]

Well, you're already walking. He couldn't help but think, but decided against voicing his thought. "History major." He nodded. He wasn't sure if the man wanted him to follow, and was again about to turn away when something clicked. The Vitello brothers... The slightly ruffled look because of the rain made him seem like any other other person, but Perwyn took a few big steps. "Are–" Was it polite to ask that? Screw that. "Are you one of the Vitello brothers?" 

[hamishvitello-deactivated201412]

He loved playing the drums. Beat of the drum. Under his hand When the stick hit. God that was like a hammer ringing out something basic, something primal, some loud resounding sound that boomed through every gathered there—up there on the stage, he felt alive. And in the smoky darkness of the venue, the crowd looked like an undulating sweating sea. They were playing a good show.

—

Hamish looked into the bathroom mirror, wiping his face with the sink-water, washing his sweat away; he felt the dull ringing still there, he felt alive.

[perwyn-eson]

The energy that filled Perwyn when he attended concerts was something he could live on. The thrill of the crowd. The sound filling his ears. The general vibe of it all. Someone had however just thrown a beer over him, which wasn't all that that great but nothing he hadn't deal with before. He tugged his shirt off as he stepped inside the bathroom. 

He saw someone else and smiled, explaining the situation as he lifted the shirt and laughed. "Before you think the wrong things, someone spilled beer all over me." 

[holdenvitello-blog1]

"Rain, of course."

[holdenvitello-blog1]

"There’s always someone out, regardless of weather. It’s the resilient nature of humanity, I suppose. Although," Holden glanced the man up and down. "You seem more soaked than most. Where are you heading?"

[perwyn-eson]

 He had already set a step around the other man, but stopped when he spoke, a polite smile on his face despite the weather. "To NYU. It's not that far away." He paused. "And you?" 

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

"Hmm..."

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

"I do believe I would prefer company over a drink. This party is turning out to be rather a drag. I think I would more enjoy a nursing home party than this.” She sighed but accepted the drink nonetheless. 

[perwyn-eson]

Perwyn hesitated as he stood there, unsure if regulations allowed him to. "I, ah, don't think I'm really allowed to comment on the party since I'm being paid by the host." He laughed, slightly awkward. He carefully lowered himself to sit next to the woman, wondering if she was as inebriated as the other attendees.