07-24-2018, 05:22 PM
♛ WAS A LONG AND DARK DECEMBER, FROM THE ROOFTOPS I REMEMBER. —
[color=white]"Oh, I..." Alex's voice faltered, chewing on the inside of his cheek. She seemed uneasy with his presence, and he didn't want to bother her. Perhaps this was a bad idea? He did interrupt her music playing after all. It was just so nice, the relaxing melody was one of the few things that he could think of that didn't make him jumpy.
Did his mother ever play music? He didn't remember. He frowned slightly, trying to pull any semblance of a memory of his parents. There might have been a vague memory of his mother's voice somewhere in there, but all he could find now was silence. This was...this was the first time he'd heard music being played, the first time he'd heard singing. It was nice.
However, he snapped back into reality with the appearance of Bastille, shying away from them as he pressed himself against the side of the bunker. He had no real reason to fear him, he was a bit intimidating usually, but hadn't done anything wrong. It came down to the gruff exterior and the bluntness within each meeting, it threw Alex off guard. He had no idea about Bast's souls, or his struggle with a more violent entity within him, what he saw was what he based his opinions on. And so far, Bast was kind of unnerving.
He did catch the split in the earth under Hazel's hand, eyes widening slightly. The small split, the white knuckles of her hand, clenched on the ukulele's neck. His shoulders lowered, feeling a great deal of sympathy for someone he didn't even know. He saw those tears, he noticed her change in expression.
He shifted and moved away from his place against the bunker wall, slowly moving towards Hazel and kneeling down to meet eye level as best he could. "Alexander...A-Alex. Yeah, I'm new...haven't been here long." He paused for a bit, struggling to piece together words. He was always so quiet, a sentence or two was what he usually resorted to the most when asked a question. But now he was initiation conversation, and had to actually converse. It almost hurt. [color=white]"You're not too loud. It's very nice. I like your singing." He sat himself down, pulling his legs close to himself. He picked at the bandaid again. [color=white]"I know i'm like a stranger, Hazel, but...are you going to be okay? You're sad. Can...can I ask that? It's not too personal is it?" His words came out a little quick, and he coughed from not taking a breath during that whole thing.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— ALEX
#psychosocial.Did his mother ever play music? He didn't remember. He frowned slightly, trying to pull any semblance of a memory of his parents. There might have been a vague memory of his mother's voice somewhere in there, but all he could find now was silence. This was...this was the first time he'd heard music being played, the first time he'd heard singing. It was nice.
However, he snapped back into reality with the appearance of Bastille, shying away from them as he pressed himself against the side of the bunker. He had no real reason to fear him, he was a bit intimidating usually, but hadn't done anything wrong. It came down to the gruff exterior and the bluntness within each meeting, it threw Alex off guard. He had no idea about Bast's souls, or his struggle with a more violent entity within him, what he saw was what he based his opinions on. And so far, Bast was kind of unnerving.
He did catch the split in the earth under Hazel's hand, eyes widening slightly. The small split, the white knuckles of her hand, clenched on the ukulele's neck. His shoulders lowered, feeling a great deal of sympathy for someone he didn't even know. He saw those tears, he noticed her change in expression.
He shifted and moved away from his place against the bunker wall, slowly moving towards Hazel and kneeling down to meet eye level as best he could. "Alexander...A-Alex. Yeah, I'm new...haven't been here long." He paused for a bit, struggling to piece together words. He was always so quiet, a sentence or two was what he usually resorted to the most when asked a question. But now he was initiation conversation, and had to actually converse. It almost hurt. [color=white]"You're not too loud. It's very nice. I like your singing." He sat himself down, pulling his legs close to himself. He picked at the bandaid again. [color=white]"I know i'm like a stranger, Hazel, but...are you going to be okay? You're sad. Can...can I ask that? It's not too personal is it?" His words came out a little quick, and he coughed from not taking a breath during that whole thing.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— ALEX
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