@ishyde : ( looking for something in particular ? )
the rave'n was the last thing you thought you'd ever be attending. but for once, haunting around in your room didn't sound too much like a visionary event, either. as expected : the night was bleak and unfulfilling. air , you decide , eyes boring into the lively bodies of your ghastly peers swarming the center of the dance floor like feral bees to a comb of honey. i need air.
you’ve stepped out into one of the open corridors of the school, eyes flickering with a feigned interest in the varying monstrous statues made of cobblestone that hang atop the castle. you should’ve stayed in bed.
the voice, like lighting from an unseen cloud striking the nape of your neck, shakes you with surprise. & in turn, your snakes, who shift under their confinement in a unified hiss. your freckles bleed in the shame of it, but your eyes reveal nothing but a static uncertainty. ❝ uhh . . . no . . . not really . ❞ other than something to relieve your boredom , no. the other boy’s face glows with the moonlight, but it is not a face you recognize.
he definitely doesn’t go here, you think in a quiet suspicion. so someone must have invited him. what the hell is he doing out here ? ❝ i just . . . ❞ how to put it without sounding like a complete loser ? ❝ dancing's not . . . really , my thing . ❞
ˢᵀᴱᴾᴴᴱᴺ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ'ˢ ᴵᵀ ( ¹⁹⁸⁶ ) ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀˢ , accepting .