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laytondressing2012-09-27 07:22 am
sinisterballet) wrote in laytondressing2012-09-27 07:22 am
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Where Wishes and Gymnastics Come in Handy
[Unlike most would assume, Descole is actually not a greedy person. There are not a lot of material things he wants, well, there are things he wouldn't mind having, but actually making that happen his not on his list of needs. There are not tangible things he would want and he had already spent one wish, wishing away his physical scars. The other two wishes had no been spent. He realizes it's the end of the month, and he doesn't care. There's nothing he really wants.
The one man in his way of everything is not around and if he is around, he knows he's surrounded by some who would help keep him safe.
Heh, safe. He never thought he would rely on others for safety. It's not too bad, he feels. A little degrading, but not so bad if no one knows he's using everyone else.
And with his scars gone, the ones on his hips, and his arms, and his legs, it's almost as if it never happened. He was never anyone's pet, anyone's...punching bag. And he was okay with that.
So he sits in the lobby, upside down on the from a rafter on the ceiling, without his hat, just clad in a mask and suit and enjoys the view from being high up and upside down. And it feels rather relaxing on his tense muscles, he debates on wishing to keep them warm. But decides not too in his good mood.
He smiles a bit at himself.]
I have had too much coffee this afternoon...
The one man in his way of everything is not around and if he is around, he knows he's surrounded by some who would help keep him safe.
Heh, safe. He never thought he would rely on others for safety. It's not too bad, he feels. A little degrading, but not so bad if no one knows he's using everyone else.
And with his scars gone, the ones on his hips, and his arms, and his legs, it's almost as if it never happened. He was never anyone's pet, anyone's...punching bag. And he was okay with that.
So he sits in the lobby, upside down on the from a rafter on the ceiling, without his hat, just clad in a mask and suit and enjoys the view from being high up and upside down. And it feels rather relaxing on his tense muscles, he debates on wishing to keep them warm. But decides not too in his good mood.
He smiles a bit at himself.]
I have had too much coffee this afternoon...
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[Totally shooting in the dark.]
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[His soft look gets a little darker.]
I believe, my love, you should tell me where you're hearing these sources...and why I'm being gossiped about now....
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[Ack, got to go. D: See you later~]
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[He hates when people talk about him behind his back.]
You want to tell me about that, don't you?
[He moves his face a little closer to Anton, breathing on his neck lightly, touching his hips now, pulling him into him.]