Post by Christian Stone on Nov 12, 2006 9:58:28 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU:
Name: Tex works for me.
Age: Seventeen.
How long have you been roleplaying: A looong time.
How you heard about us: A friend, so to speak.
How active you plan to be: Pretty dang active.
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name: Christian Lee Stone
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian/ Scottish
Appearance:
A mane of dark brown-ish black hair resides on the top of his head, spilling over into eyes that could kill. Christian's hair is on the thicker side, tumbling all over God and creation. The crows-nest tangle looks as if it's never been combed in the twenty years that Christian has resided here on earth, but, well. That can't be right, can it? As it is.. it just may well be. The only thing that's ever combed those locks of hair would be Christian's long placid fingers, tugging through the knots and curls. Oh well; he pulls off the 'Oh, hey guys, I just finished having sex' look very, very well.
And his fan-girls? They dig it.
Another feature that the fan-girls just adore [enter vomiting motion here] are his eyes. The aforementioned eyes are the clearest of blue, and can seem to stare through any woman's soul, and chill her right to the bone. His eyes hold many secrets and mysteries, one that no one alive has ever unraveled. The twin orbs of blue are "almond" shaped, and heavily lidded, with long, lucious eyelashes to hood them. His eyebrows can do nothing but accent their beauty. The dark-brown arches are smooth and comforting, set just above his eyes, curving down only slightly. Oh, yes. His fangirls love it.
Most "teens" these days are those cold, pale Emo kids, right? Right. Well, not Christian. His body-tone is a light, sun-kissed tan, flowing over his rippling muscles and body. No freckles touch his skin, along with blemishes or acne. The only things that mar his near-flawless skin are the scars and tattoos. Even so, he isn't covered in them like some people. Just two. One on his upper-left chest, and one on his right bicep. Not too bad, eh?
Now. His body. Oh, ho, ho, can you say sexy? His stomach is flat, his body full of sinew and muscle. His thighs are tight and muscular, leading up to his thin waist and muscled chest. A weight-loss commercial would no-doubt say that he had a "toned, sexy core". Christian's body was graced with the appearance of his mother, and is just jam-packed with curves and twists and all imaginable things wanted by a female of this day and time. His arms are slender, yet tough and wrapped in robust, brawny muscle. His firm abdomen shows off a budding six-pack, not yet fully defined; but hell, the guy's still young yet!
Christian's voice is... interesting. Well, what can I say? Chris was born in Scotland for God's sake. So, naturally, he has a Scottish accent. His voice is located somewhere in the middle range, not too high, not too low. When he sings, his voice is almost like the chorous of wolves on a midsummer's night, climbing to outrageous soprano heighths, all the way down to the lower baritone notes. When he's not singing, however, his voice is like Autumn. Crisp and cool, with streaks of fire inside. If you ever have the misfortune of having Christian get angry at you, you will find that he doesn't yell. No, he makes you fell two inches tall, without ever raising his voice. His voice changes smoothy from the fire-streaked Autumn voice to the rolling, tossing, violent ocean waves voice in less than a second whenever he gets mad. So.. don't piss him off.
There aren't really a lot of things that Christian doesn't like about himself, really. He's got the perfect body, the icy blue eyes, and the lift that most people would die for. Yeah, that rock-star life. Anyways, he pretty much likes everything about himself. The dislikes? He has issues with his hair. He just.. doesn't like it. He's tried multiple things with it (short, long, bald, shaggy, faux-hawk), but whatever he does, he just can't seem to like that raven's-wing black mess of nothing.
In terms of his family, Christian Stone looks exactly like his mother. They have the same coal-black hair, and the same full lips, as well as the curvacious bodies. The only thing that Christian didn't inherit from his mother are his eyes. His mothers eyes are a sparkling green, filled with her love and passion of life. And, like we've already covered, Christian's eyes are blue. However, that's basically the only difference. Only.. his mother doesn't have the stubble-type beard/goatee that he does, thank the Lord. Christian's most eyecatching feature, eh? Well, people opinions differ, but with him, most people seem to agree that it's his toned, well muscled body, and the air of "attitude" about him. Because, as we all know, Christian's a bad-ass.
Turning over to clothing matters. Well.. what can I say? He's a bad-ass. So, naturally, he wears bad-ass type clothing. Tight shirts and jeans, studded bracelets, necklaces, black combat boots. Yeah. He's that kind of guy. Oh, and you can almost always find him attacted to another boy at the mouth or.. other areas, if you will, and he'll usually have a vodka (or some other hard liquor bottle) in his hands. Sadly for him, men who weigh less than, oh, 175 aren't meant to drink like that. Too bad for him he weighs 132, and usually gets knocked out from drinking so heavily. Oh well. So goes life.
Celebrity That They Look Like: Gale Harold
Personality:
There is one thing that you most know about Christian Stone. He likes competition. Wether it's video games, who can drink the most, or who can get screwed first, he enjoys all types of competition. As it is, Christian can't stand to lose. Well, I mean. He's not a "sore loser", if you will, but he doesn't like to be beaten. No, don't get me wrong, he's a good sport. If anyone does beat him, he's likely to congratulate them and say 'job well done', or something.
Loyalty is a big issue to Chris, considering that his family life pretty much had none of it. He values his friends and his mother, and covets things that are important to him. He believes strongly in Gay Rights, and also supports Women's Rights. If someone dislikes Christian for being gay, he dislikes them back. And that's just about the end of it. If you like him, he'll most likely act, er, friendly. Which is an understatement, basically. "______________s Well With People". Make that "Does not play well with people" and we'll be good. Or you could say "Fucks well with people." But that's besides the point. As it is, Christian is somewhat of a, er. How do you say it? Whore. Yes, that's the word.
In short, Christian Stone doesn't think before he acts. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you. If he wants to go skinny-dipping, he'll go skinny-dipping, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Except maybe his mother. She was the only one who could ever keep him (slightly) under control. Of course, there was that one time.. oh, well. We won't get into that quite yet. So, Chris is a pretty crazy guy, right? Right. Only his momma can keep him under control, and he never looks before he leaps. He's a pretty dangerous guy, in short. Somebody should stick a "Warning: Explosive" shirt on him, because, quite frankly, he's very, very explosive.
From day to day, Christian is usually a happy person. He's not depressed every second of the waking day, but nor is he overly hyperactive. Chris has had his share of mood-swings, sure, and is still experiencing them, but he's normally a vaguely happy person. His anger usually stays "inside", so to speak, and only ever comes out if someone really pisses him off. It's on these occasions that he's almost certain that he's going to be sued; he's not very pretty when he's mad. Thank God he doesn't have anger problems; he manages to keep it all to himself, for the most part, anyways. Occasionally, if he's "sleeping with someone", he'll let some of his anger and frustration out to them, but will still most likely keep it to himself.
On those he loves, Christian tends to try to protect them. He's just the kind of person who wishes life was perfect for those he loves. He's quiet and secretive sometimes, giving way to just how complex he really is. However, he's also patient and devoted to those he loves, especially his lovers and his mum. He trusts his instincts above all else, and will follow his gut, no matter how stupid it is. Chris is also that "kind, caring" kind of lover. If his love is sick, he'll be there in a flash, draw up a chair and bring them some soup; and never leave their side until they're better. Yeah, he can be a bit smothering at times, but after the whole father deal, who could blame him?
Christian has a creative mind, and would much rather be the center of a crowd rather than sitting along reading a book. He loves being the center of attention, and will do nearly anything to get it. All in all, he's a nice guy. People who don't know him maybe take his unique, light-hearted, and carefree ways as a plea for attention, when in reality, Christian takes life very, very seriously. He knows he can die; he's had a lot of death in his life during recent years. However, he'll still take risks such as "balcony jumping" on the ninth floor of the motel, as if he were almost trying to die. Oh well. He knows his risks when he takes them.
Christian is just a take-change kind of guy. He slips easily and smoothly into the "leadership" role, and won't willingly give it up without a fight. Basically, he enjoys being the alpha dog. In a relationship, he's always the one to make the first move. Christian could never be the "submissive" one in the relationship, but has always filled the dominant position. Whatever the cause or situation, he doesn't like to be forced under; he likes to be on top. He takes commitment seriously, and, thus, is reluctant to commit to any one person. It's been known for him to see multiple people at once.
Hey, I told you he was a whore.
Flaws: He's only a tiny bit narcissistic. [/sarcasm] Nothing can tame that mane of hair that he has. <3
History:
It was New Years. Christina Stone had decided to walk back from the party. She was all dolled up at the time, wearing one of her mother's old dresses. Taking the turn into the alley-way, she ran right into him. Some random man that raped and almost killed her. He was never found. Christina was fifteen at the time.
Her parents were very understanding, and Christina decided to go through with having the baby. Thus, Christian Stone was born on April 23rd, making him an Aries boy. He was born here in California, but grew up in Boston, Massachutets. He spent most of his life there, until his mum decided to move back to California.
Living Situation: He was born here; living with his mother.
Roleplaying Sample:
Rolling over, the muddled sheets were thrown to the floor, and a definate form appeared from the mess. The form was that of a human boy, thin and curvy, with slender hips and a muscled chest. His visage was just as thin, with prominant cheekbones, a strong jawline, and pale pink lips. Not to forget his brown eyes, of course.
Yes, just brown. Not 'stunning emerald eyes', nor 'chocolatey brown eyes', nor 'icy blue eyes', and not even 'lifeless gray eyes'. They were just... brown. And he liked it that way.
Ah, Tex Delahunnt. Good morning to you, too, sleepy child.
Turning over again, Tex grunted once before finally untangling himself from the blankets. Yawning, he pawed at his eyes a bit before slipping down to the floor of his tour bus. Yes. HIS tour bus. One fourth of it was his, shared along with his brother, Levi, Jefferson, his best friend in the world, and the only female member of the band, Kassidy.
Supressing yet another yawn,Tex padded into the bathroom, and was met by his own reflection in the mirror. He grimaced, and shut the door, only looking back to see the names engraved in the wood; Tex, Levi, Kassidy, and Jefferson. Smiling grimly, he almostrammed into the sink. Lovely reaction he had, there. Screaming and cursing. Yes, he was sure the others would be awakened by now.
Tex quickly stripped down and started the shower water, careful not to slip as he began to wash himself. Finishing up quickly, he wrapped himself in a towel and retreated back to his bed, where he dried off and slipped on a pair of tight jeans. He didn't bother to put on a shirt, considering he wasn't going anywhere. Not yet anyways. Considering it was eight AM in the morning. He could see the sun rising. Beautiful.
Picking up his bass guitar, Tex plugged it in, and strummed a chord, looking over at the window. Hopefully someone (or something) interesting would show up soon, before he was forced to play until his fingers were raw. Despite that, he began to play and sing.
”Can you tell me,
Were you a bird in another life?
Cause you flew away so quickly and with so much ease.
Flapping your wings as you spread your beak to sing
Another hopeless lonely anthem!”
His clear, crisp voice rang out above his bass guitar, breaking the silence everyone was so obviously enjoying. The boy played the song with such perfect time if was crazy. His voice had already changed from "that puberty stage", but still, it was higher, more femminine than most guys his age was.
But he didn't mind. Strumming another chord, he smiled, enjoying the fact that he could still sing well. It was one of the only things he did now. Sing, write, draw, play guitar. Pretty much his life with the band. Looking out of his window again, he smiled.
”You know I'm feeling down again..
I couldn't make my move.
I froze in place.
But so what else is new?!”
He continued, letting his fingers fly over the well remembered parts. Pausing for breath, he kicked the volume up on the amplifier, his brown eyes closing as he played and sang to his song. Well, not his song, though he did have some he had written. But he didn't think they were any good. And besides, they were so... macabe... And as another bonus, he wanted to sing something other than his own band’s songs. He was sick and tired of them.
”I wish I could shed all your feathers from my head
Because all they do is keep me stifled, when I only want to tell you right now!
Tear your clothes off with my teeth,
like some unruly uncaged beast.
From your forehead to your feet.
I need to feel the Boston peace
I felt that night with you.
Drug like release.
The sheets engulfing you!”
Glancing up at his wall, he smiled at the drawing framed there. It was one of his many paintings, this one done of his cat. He was quite self-consious of his drawings, and that was the only one he had ever framed and put up on a wall.
He even hid his drawings from his best friends. Well...friends. How could he define that? He only really had one or two. And the band. But it didn't bother him; he prefered to be alone anyways, or in a small group.
” Know that I need you.
I want you.
I'm dying for you!
Here in my heart where my veins are combusting for you!
All that I've learned,
I, I'm learning,
I'm falling for you now.
For you now.
Watch me sinking slowly into nothing…
Nothing matters.
Give me some limb I can hold onto.
Only you…
Can save me!”
_______________________________
"Can you handle the drama?"
Yes, doll, I believe I can. <3
Name: Tex works for me.
Age: Seventeen.
How long have you been roleplaying: A looong time.
How you heard about us: A friend, so to speak.
How active you plan to be: Pretty dang active.
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name: Christian Lee Stone
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian/ Scottish
Appearance:
A mane of dark brown-ish black hair resides on the top of his head, spilling over into eyes that could kill. Christian's hair is on the thicker side, tumbling all over God and creation. The crows-nest tangle looks as if it's never been combed in the twenty years that Christian has resided here on earth, but, well. That can't be right, can it? As it is.. it just may well be. The only thing that's ever combed those locks of hair would be Christian's long placid fingers, tugging through the knots and curls. Oh well; he pulls off the 'Oh, hey guys, I just finished having sex' look very, very well.
And his fan-girls? They dig it.
Another feature that the fan-girls just adore [enter vomiting motion here] are his eyes. The aforementioned eyes are the clearest of blue, and can seem to stare through any woman's soul, and chill her right to the bone. His eyes hold many secrets and mysteries, one that no one alive has ever unraveled. The twin orbs of blue are "almond" shaped, and heavily lidded, with long, lucious eyelashes to hood them. His eyebrows can do nothing but accent their beauty. The dark-brown arches are smooth and comforting, set just above his eyes, curving down only slightly. Oh, yes. His fangirls love it.
Most "teens" these days are those cold, pale Emo kids, right? Right. Well, not Christian. His body-tone is a light, sun-kissed tan, flowing over his rippling muscles and body. No freckles touch his skin, along with blemishes or acne. The only things that mar his near-flawless skin are the scars and tattoos. Even so, he isn't covered in them like some people. Just two. One on his upper-left chest, and one on his right bicep. Not too bad, eh?
Now. His body. Oh, ho, ho, can you say sexy? His stomach is flat, his body full of sinew and muscle. His thighs are tight and muscular, leading up to his thin waist and muscled chest. A weight-loss commercial would no-doubt say that he had a "toned, sexy core". Christian's body was graced with the appearance of his mother, and is just jam-packed with curves and twists and all imaginable things wanted by a female of this day and time. His arms are slender, yet tough and wrapped in robust, brawny muscle. His firm abdomen shows off a budding six-pack, not yet fully defined; but hell, the guy's still young yet!
Christian's voice is... interesting. Well, what can I say? Chris was born in Scotland for God's sake. So, naturally, he has a Scottish accent. His voice is located somewhere in the middle range, not too high, not too low. When he sings, his voice is almost like the chorous of wolves on a midsummer's night, climbing to outrageous soprano heighths, all the way down to the lower baritone notes. When he's not singing, however, his voice is like Autumn. Crisp and cool, with streaks of fire inside. If you ever have the misfortune of having Christian get angry at you, you will find that he doesn't yell. No, he makes you fell two inches tall, without ever raising his voice. His voice changes smoothy from the fire-streaked Autumn voice to the rolling, tossing, violent ocean waves voice in less than a second whenever he gets mad. So.. don't piss him off.
There aren't really a lot of things that Christian doesn't like about himself, really. He's got the perfect body, the icy blue eyes, and the lift that most people would die for. Yeah, that rock-star life. Anyways, he pretty much likes everything about himself. The dislikes? He has issues with his hair. He just.. doesn't like it. He's tried multiple things with it (short, long, bald, shaggy, faux-hawk), but whatever he does, he just can't seem to like that raven's-wing black mess of nothing.
In terms of his family, Christian Stone looks exactly like his mother. They have the same coal-black hair, and the same full lips, as well as the curvacious bodies. The only thing that Christian didn't inherit from his mother are his eyes. His mothers eyes are a sparkling green, filled with her love and passion of life. And, like we've already covered, Christian's eyes are blue. However, that's basically the only difference. Only.. his mother doesn't have the stubble-type beard/goatee that he does, thank the Lord. Christian's most eyecatching feature, eh? Well, people opinions differ, but with him, most people seem to agree that it's his toned, well muscled body, and the air of "attitude" about him. Because, as we all know, Christian's a bad-ass.
Turning over to clothing matters. Well.. what can I say? He's a bad-ass. So, naturally, he wears bad-ass type clothing. Tight shirts and jeans, studded bracelets, necklaces, black combat boots. Yeah. He's that kind of guy. Oh, and you can almost always find him attacted to another boy at the mouth or.. other areas, if you will, and he'll usually have a vodka (or some other hard liquor bottle) in his hands. Sadly for him, men who weigh less than, oh, 175 aren't meant to drink like that. Too bad for him he weighs 132, and usually gets knocked out from drinking so heavily. Oh well. So goes life.
Celebrity That They Look Like: Gale Harold
Personality:
There is one thing that you most know about Christian Stone. He likes competition. Wether it's video games, who can drink the most, or who can get screwed first, he enjoys all types of competition. As it is, Christian can't stand to lose. Well, I mean. He's not a "sore loser", if you will, but he doesn't like to be beaten. No, don't get me wrong, he's a good sport. If anyone does beat him, he's likely to congratulate them and say 'job well done', or something.
Loyalty is a big issue to Chris, considering that his family life pretty much had none of it. He values his friends and his mother, and covets things that are important to him. He believes strongly in Gay Rights, and also supports Women's Rights. If someone dislikes Christian for being gay, he dislikes them back. And that's just about the end of it. If you like him, he'll most likely act, er, friendly. Which is an understatement, basically. "______________s Well With People". Make that "Does not play well with people" and we'll be good. Or you could say "Fucks well with people." But that's besides the point. As it is, Christian is somewhat of a, er. How do you say it? Whore. Yes, that's the word.
In short, Christian Stone doesn't think before he acts. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you. If he wants to go skinny-dipping, he'll go skinny-dipping, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Except maybe his mother. She was the only one who could ever keep him (slightly) under control. Of course, there was that one time.. oh, well. We won't get into that quite yet. So, Chris is a pretty crazy guy, right? Right. Only his momma can keep him under control, and he never looks before he leaps. He's a pretty dangerous guy, in short. Somebody should stick a "Warning: Explosive" shirt on him, because, quite frankly, he's very, very explosive.
From day to day, Christian is usually a happy person. He's not depressed every second of the waking day, but nor is he overly hyperactive. Chris has had his share of mood-swings, sure, and is still experiencing them, but he's normally a vaguely happy person. His anger usually stays "inside", so to speak, and only ever comes out if someone really pisses him off. It's on these occasions that he's almost certain that he's going to be sued; he's not very pretty when he's mad. Thank God he doesn't have anger problems; he manages to keep it all to himself, for the most part, anyways. Occasionally, if he's "sleeping with someone", he'll let some of his anger and frustration out to them, but will still most likely keep it to himself.
On those he loves, Christian tends to try to protect them. He's just the kind of person who wishes life was perfect for those he loves. He's quiet and secretive sometimes, giving way to just how complex he really is. However, he's also patient and devoted to those he loves, especially his lovers and his mum. He trusts his instincts above all else, and will follow his gut, no matter how stupid it is. Chris is also that "kind, caring" kind of lover. If his love is sick, he'll be there in a flash, draw up a chair and bring them some soup; and never leave their side until they're better. Yeah, he can be a bit smothering at times, but after the whole father deal, who could blame him?
Christian has a creative mind, and would much rather be the center of a crowd rather than sitting along reading a book. He loves being the center of attention, and will do nearly anything to get it. All in all, he's a nice guy. People who don't know him maybe take his unique, light-hearted, and carefree ways as a plea for attention, when in reality, Christian takes life very, very seriously. He knows he can die; he's had a lot of death in his life during recent years. However, he'll still take risks such as "balcony jumping" on the ninth floor of the motel, as if he were almost trying to die. Oh well. He knows his risks when he takes them.
Christian is just a take-change kind of guy. He slips easily and smoothly into the "leadership" role, and won't willingly give it up without a fight. Basically, he enjoys being the alpha dog. In a relationship, he's always the one to make the first move. Christian could never be the "submissive" one in the relationship, but has always filled the dominant position. Whatever the cause or situation, he doesn't like to be forced under; he likes to be on top. He takes commitment seriously, and, thus, is reluctant to commit to any one person. It's been known for him to see multiple people at once.
Hey, I told you he was a whore.
Flaws: He's only a tiny bit narcissistic. [/sarcasm] Nothing can tame that mane of hair that he has. <3
History:
It was New Years. Christina Stone had decided to walk back from the party. She was all dolled up at the time, wearing one of her mother's old dresses. Taking the turn into the alley-way, she ran right into him. Some random man that raped and almost killed her. He was never found. Christina was fifteen at the time.
Her parents were very understanding, and Christina decided to go through with having the baby. Thus, Christian Stone was born on April 23rd, making him an Aries boy. He was born here in California, but grew up in Boston, Massachutets. He spent most of his life there, until his mum decided to move back to California.
Living Situation: He was born here; living with his mother.
Roleplaying Sample:
Rolling over, the muddled sheets were thrown to the floor, and a definate form appeared from the mess. The form was that of a human boy, thin and curvy, with slender hips and a muscled chest. His visage was just as thin, with prominant cheekbones, a strong jawline, and pale pink lips. Not to forget his brown eyes, of course.
Yes, just brown. Not 'stunning emerald eyes', nor 'chocolatey brown eyes', nor 'icy blue eyes', and not even 'lifeless gray eyes'. They were just... brown. And he liked it that way.
Ah, Tex Delahunnt. Good morning to you, too, sleepy child.
Turning over again, Tex grunted once before finally untangling himself from the blankets. Yawning, he pawed at his eyes a bit before slipping down to the floor of his tour bus. Yes. HIS tour bus. One fourth of it was his, shared along with his brother, Levi, Jefferson, his best friend in the world, and the only female member of the band, Kassidy.
Supressing yet another yawn,Tex padded into the bathroom, and was met by his own reflection in the mirror. He grimaced, and shut the door, only looking back to see the names engraved in the wood; Tex, Levi, Kassidy, and Jefferson. Smiling grimly, he almostrammed into the sink. Lovely reaction he had, there. Screaming and cursing. Yes, he was sure the others would be awakened by now.
Tex quickly stripped down and started the shower water, careful not to slip as he began to wash himself. Finishing up quickly, he wrapped himself in a towel and retreated back to his bed, where he dried off and slipped on a pair of tight jeans. He didn't bother to put on a shirt, considering he wasn't going anywhere. Not yet anyways. Considering it was eight AM in the morning. He could see the sun rising. Beautiful.
Picking up his bass guitar, Tex plugged it in, and strummed a chord, looking over at the window. Hopefully someone (or something) interesting would show up soon, before he was forced to play until his fingers were raw. Despite that, he began to play and sing.
”Can you tell me,
Were you a bird in another life?
Cause you flew away so quickly and with so much ease.
Flapping your wings as you spread your beak to sing
Another hopeless lonely anthem!”
His clear, crisp voice rang out above his bass guitar, breaking the silence everyone was so obviously enjoying. The boy played the song with such perfect time if was crazy. His voice had already changed from "that puberty stage", but still, it was higher, more femminine than most guys his age was.
But he didn't mind. Strumming another chord, he smiled, enjoying the fact that he could still sing well. It was one of the only things he did now. Sing, write, draw, play guitar. Pretty much his life with the band. Looking out of his window again, he smiled.
”You know I'm feeling down again..
I couldn't make my move.
I froze in place.
But so what else is new?!”
He continued, letting his fingers fly over the well remembered parts. Pausing for breath, he kicked the volume up on the amplifier, his brown eyes closing as he played and sang to his song. Well, not his song, though he did have some he had written. But he didn't think they were any good. And besides, they were so... macabe... And as another bonus, he wanted to sing something other than his own band’s songs. He was sick and tired of them.
”I wish I could shed all your feathers from my head
Because all they do is keep me stifled, when I only want to tell you right now!
Tear your clothes off with my teeth,
like some unruly uncaged beast.
From your forehead to your feet.
I need to feel the Boston peace
I felt that night with you.
Drug like release.
The sheets engulfing you!”
Glancing up at his wall, he smiled at the drawing framed there. It was one of his many paintings, this one done of his cat. He was quite self-consious of his drawings, and that was the only one he had ever framed and put up on a wall.
He even hid his drawings from his best friends. Well...friends. How could he define that? He only really had one or two. And the band. But it didn't bother him; he prefered to be alone anyways, or in a small group.
” Know that I need you.
I want you.
I'm dying for you!
Here in my heart where my veins are combusting for you!
All that I've learned,
I, I'm learning,
I'm falling for you now.
For you now.
Watch me sinking slowly into nothing…
Nothing matters.
Give me some limb I can hold onto.
Only you…
Can save me!”
_______________________________
"Can you handle the drama?"
Yes, doll, I believe I can. <3
