pools of warm orange dance through the beaded curtain in prisms against the hardwood floor, but colin won’t have for such a delightfully lighthearted ambiance. rather, today’s venture requires the utmost of crimson ( it’s what courses through their blood vessels, after all, keeping them alive in one dimension or another ), and in turn pulls the draping red velvet across the windows until the room is bathed in burgundy. he returns to the settee and floods his lungs before reaching towards a record, but he aborts the gesture and instead glances up at stefan.
❛ how about, ❜ he begins grandly, standing up once again, this time approaching the bookcase of albums behind him. ❛ you choose. we’re taking a trip, stefan. our transportation ... that’s entirely up to you. so what’ll it be, then ? full circle ? aoxomoxoa ? or the dark side of the moon ? ❜ he thumbs through the albums, beckoning the boy to stand and make his decision. ❛ come on, i’ve got whatever you like. ❜