♡ — Pink lips parted ever slightly as dark lashes fluttered with each passing of brown eyes over the text before them. Yesterday’s heavy eyeliner hadn’t been wiped from his lids but seemed to suffer from the wearing of a night’s rest, framing the wideness of his eyes with a smoky, almost ethereal blackness. His fingers, coated in chipped polish, ran up through the curls that adorned his head. Spread sporadically through his hair were streaks of pastel color created by various hair chalks; though, from the smudged look, they appeared very much like the tinges of makeup on his face: messy.
♡ — An undisclosed sound rang true over his huddled form and he immediately jolted, as if he were in present danger “ Couldn’t you keep that down ?? ” he asked, looking up from his piece of literature. “ I’m trying to live vicariously through Donny who is about to get Eiffel Towered by a boardroom of T-Rex partners for ten million dollars. It’s very important. ”
