( a starter for @smxjia ! )
he’s feeling empty but that would be to suggest he never feels this way. rian finds that pieces of himself shed like fur on a cat. he’s losing more of himself as he wanders through his apartment with nothing to do; no real social life and no hobbies other than quidditch. but jia comes to his door, unexpected but strangely right on time, as though she could read his thoughts from miles away. without a moment’s hesitation, he steps to invite her past the threshold.
they sit comfortably, eyes flickering between colors on the screen in front of them. rian’s watching the movie but if one would ask him what’s happening, he’d really have no idea. his thoughts seem to be as restless as he feels; he shifts from under her. his fingers find soft pieces of her hair, meddle with them and use them to keep himself occupied before his mouth takes over.
“is that really what it’s like?” he nods toward the horror movie, a bloody scene that’s rather disgusting. his stomach turns slightly as he grimaces and then looks down at her, eyes finding the other’s effortlessly.