ooc: I am finally back! If I owe you a reply send me an ask!
Ryuu blinked stupidly and turned his gaze away, a hand over his mouth. “Ah, sorry. Your music was just so beautiful…” He admitted, his eyes darting back to the other male. It had to be a coincidence that this young man looked like someone from his past. I guess everyone has a doppelganger, huh? “Do you play here a lot?” And now he just sounded like a pedophile.
———➺ Beautiful, huh? Well, there was a first time for everything, it seemed. “Yeah, all the time. Sometimes with a band, sometimes by myself.” Not many people came to watch (or, in the case of his band, were forced to come in watch), but it still made him happy. One of the only things that seemed to lift the weight in his chest was the sound of music, either his own or someone else’s. “Never seen you before.”
"Ah, I don’t usually come around here…" He said, slipping his hands in his pockets nonchalantly. Lazily, his eyes wandered around the small room, noticing how quiet and empty it was. No wonder he hadn’t noticed it before. "Then if that’s the case, I’ll look forward to my late shifts at work." Ryuu gave the other weak smile.
OOC: I’m really sorry for being inactive lately. School has really pummeled me lately and I haven’t had time for replies. But this weekend hopefully I will get back on track! Please be patient!
Sitting under a tree, Dantalion busied himself with watching leaves fall from the branches.
"That’s a loaded question…why…well I regret a lot of things. I regret not being able to save my lover. If I had realized her sickness a little sooner…then maybe I wouldn’t have had to watch her once bright eyes dim to pale, empty sockets. If I had just kept my distance from her, then maybe I wouldn’t have caused myself such hard ache. That’s a cruel thing to say, right? I did love her, but now I am sure that I don’t deserve love. I was the one who convinced my family to go out into the city. We were just fine living in a secluded area. If I had just behaved myself and done what I was supposed to, then maybe they wouldn’t have died in that car crash. Maybe I can be a fifty year-old man, living alone with a bottle of whiskey and some stale cigars. God is cruel for taking away the things I love…I must be truly worthless to not have a heart that feels anymore. I do regret mostly everything in my life. Maybe I regret ever being born. Then everyone around me would stop dying."
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everything will be fine somehow, king.