#evanescentmind

[ghostlyboons]

Thanks for the tag thatnoblemoustache! Rule one: always post the rules
 Rule two: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
 Rule three: tag 11 people and link them to the post
 Rule four: actually tell the people you tagged them 1. You decide to buy a body pillow, who’s on it? Hahahaha ummmmmmmmm, I dunno actually. : / 2. Favorite band? a WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? Oh well, um my current fave band is Rise Against. 3. Become a magical girl! What’s your wish? Everyone just be happy. 4. Favorite memory? Uh when I was in Pennsylvania with my family when I was little, my mom said that my brother could pick any rock to take home from a creek, so he picked up the biggest one he could find and asked someone else to carry it to the car. It was pretty funny. It's still here. 5. What 2 things you absolutely have to do some day? I don't knooooowwwwwwwww. 6. You can suddenly change any 3 things in your life, what are they? My attitude, the people I was around when I was little, my health habits. 7. You’re going on a blind date, worst scenario and best? Worst: I get paired up with narcissus. Best: Wow a person who actually cares about me???? 8. Person you totally wouldn’t mind being? Me. 9. Any hidden talents? Singing????? Drawing birds???? I dunno. 10. Most satisfying moment? Climbing Chimney rock. I'm terrified of heights, so.... My 11 questions: 1: Any pets? If so, what are they? 2: Any crushes? 3: Favorite T.V. Show? 4: Nicknames? 5: Favorite animal? 6: Favorite videogame? 7: Favorite book? 8: Got a song stuck in your head? 9: Favorite food? 10: Showers or baths? 11: Give yourself a superpower!

[xinfelicitas-archived]

         In many shapes and sizes, colors and more they came-humans and other creatures alike could be so very interesting to watch. They way they laughed or got angry, showed emotions he lacked and could never understand, it was truly interesting in a sense. Though for some reason ( he actually knew why) his thoughts always went back to those few things: Hurt them, allow tragedy to befall on them, eat them. Three major actions that made up his eternal life. At this very day the Misfortune found himself wandering through the city again, lazy, with no set destination-it were on those days that he often simply went for a quick bite aka lure an unsuspecting human to their death.

       Tongue escaped the prison of warmth and flicked across pallid lips, wetting them before sharp teeth sank into soft flesh-eyes shifted from left to right, searching for a prey, anything would go but those who were blessed with beauty were the ones he would want to tear apart first. Feet continued to carry him over the paved sidewalk, passing others, without so much as giving them another look, though when his shoulder brushed against someone else, he could feel it--feel that whatever passed him was not human, so with quick reflexes did he turn around, pale hand finding a slim wrist, fingers soon curling around them. "Ah--excuse me..." Silken sweet voice rose up from his throat, lips finding their trademark smile. Indeed--perhaps today, wouldn't be as boring as he thought.

[boundreverie]

The Inevitable | Closed RP

✄ —-✘Then there was that dreadfully awkward silence that the other male didn't seem to be picking up on because he was still standing there. Ozwyn repeatedly told himself not to look in his head. If he looked then he had that bad feeling that he was going to give the stranger the wrong idea. Damn, did it reek of alcohol. It was as if the other had stepped straight out of a bar, wasn't it a bit early to be getting so drunk? Ozwyn figured it was the new year so it made sense as to why anyone was wasted at this hour but he never thought he would cross a drunkard in a library.

Ozwyn slumped further into his seat, one hand unconsciously moved up to gently tug on the tuft of hair that hung between his eyes. A habit of his when he trying to shield his burning face from the world around him. Then as if it wasn't already bad, he mindlessly glanced at Harley to see him still standing there and to make matters worse, he was shamelessly staring. Ozwyn's gaze shifted forward again, this time locking his vision onto the book like glue despite not being able to read a single word on the page. Was the other one an albino? His skin was so pale, a pasty almost ghostly pale color. One might even think he were a vampire if vampires existed, which they didn't that would be absurd. Yet his hair was snow white and he hadn't seen anything like it before. He had yet to get a good look at the male's eyes but now he was growing curious. If it weren't for this awkward conversation, he probably would have been shooting off with questions but now he didn't want to say a word.

He practically yelped at surprise when the table shook. Before him the male had plunked down to sit with his head against the table. “Woah, hey,” he wasn't certain how to approach the other but that actually looked like it hurt. It was then Ozwyn even realized he had spaced out and that the male had been speaking in a panicked manner to him this whole time until now. “Wait what--?!” His mind registered everything he said a bit too slow. “I'm eighte--” he cut himself short when he realized he shouldn't say that after Harley was just talking about blow-jobs and damnit, now the heat was returning to his face again.

Getting his mind off of this was going to be far more difficult than he thought and now the drunken man wasn't seeming to budge. And then he had to go and say it. Say he was a prostitute. Ozwyn seemingly froze up as he listened to the other male, his eyes now on the stranger's head of white locks. After a moment, his gaze traveled back down to the book and a heavy sigh left him. The talk seemingly drained Ozwyn or brought up something he'd much rather not think about. Whatever it was, he folded his book back up and tucked it into his backpack that was slung on the backside of the chair. Slipping a strap over one of his shoulders, he stood up and moved around the table to the other male's side.

“Alright, time to get up,” he ushered, standing idly beside him as a silent gesture that he was going to help him stand. “I'll get you a taxi or something, just-- you can't stay in the library like this,” he had a high respect for libraries to say the least and this was his local one. If anything went wrong he didn't want to get kicked out and banned from ever returning.