@blazingxwolves || here it is, for sven :o *drum roll*
another night, another visit at the tavern to stare endlessly at a certain tavern worker who'd come over to smile at him every time vincent was here, but he knew it was hopeless. guy was just doing his job, after weeks of pining, he understood. he'd fallen for a pretty smile again. he was not good at this, reading signs - understanding people. it was difficult.
he let his head rest on his arms, which he'd placed on the small wooden table that held his drinks - an empty one anyway & let a soft sigh sound. all he wanted was to find .. something. he wasn't even sure what he wanted, he just wanted to feel like he wasn't alone. so many people in this village, but he had yet to actually make a friend.
a voice disturbed his little trance of self-doubt & he glanced up behind his shoulder, "oh, hi. ummmm." what did he ask? he couldn't remember. "..sorry, what was that?" damn, he was tall.
