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[/td][/tr][/table]Alexander loved Rialto, they really did. He was one of their best friends, had been a constant in their life for almost one hundred years, but sometimes - well, sometimes they just couldn't understand the guy. They were rooming with Catheryn in a one bedroom apartment down the street of the ferris wheel, close enough to Rialto and Marko's frequent haunts to feel like they could get to them if they needed to, and far enough to feel the disconnect. There was no reason for Rialto to be living in a carriage, especially when the four had lived together for so long, in conditions worse than a one bedroom apartment. The vampire chose to stay at the ferris wheel everyday, knowing his friends were just down the street with blankets, pillows and blood sodas to boot. Alex just could not understand his lifestyle choices. Why give up a luxury like a roof over your head when you didn't know when you were going to lose it?
They're halfway up the ferris wheel when a can nails them in the forehead, surprising them enough to let go of the bar they're holding onto. Flailing for a moment before regaining their balance, Alex scowls up at the carriage the can had been thrown from, eyes narrowing. They pick up the pace and after a few moments they're scrambling into Rialto's carriage, pushing down one of his legs to make space for themselves. They reach over to flick his forehead, payback for the faint red mark forming on their own skin. "Stop littering, the ground below looks like a dump." They say in a way of greeting, flashing their friend a sly smile. "With all the supplies you have up here, I'm sure you could build a garbage can, or something." They sigh, shaking their head in feigned disappointment.
Alex follows Rialto's gaze to the sun setting just above the sea, their expression softening. They had always enjoyed watching sunsets, even if they had to put extra sunscreen on and hide in the shade to see it now. It always calmed them, filled their chest with a warmth that was unfamiliar most days. Alexander could count all the vulnerable moments they had shared with their friend on their fingers, but sitting with him and watching the sun dip below the water felt - nice. Alexander hums a soft tune as the sky turns orange and pink above them, an abstract painting just for their eyes.
They glance back at Rialto to see his expression, keeping theirs under a face carefully blank. They wouldn't want anyone to know they were feeling soft, it would ruin their image. Zachariah might know they're not scary, but not all of San Creado was partial to that secret. The vampire moves to throw their arm around Rialto's shoulder, their smile as mischievous as always, but somehow softer. "It's beautiful, huh? Reminds me of the time we were in London." That's where Catheryn, Rialto, and Alexander had all met, wasn't it? Victorian era, in the dark of the night, as poor as dirt and still young bloods. A strange time, but the sunsets had been pretty.
&& 1/3 ferris wheel, 1/3 watch the sunset think? im on mobile so akdjffj
They're halfway up the ferris wheel when a can nails them in the forehead, surprising them enough to let go of the bar they're holding onto. Flailing for a moment before regaining their balance, Alex scowls up at the carriage the can had been thrown from, eyes narrowing. They pick up the pace and after a few moments they're scrambling into Rialto's carriage, pushing down one of his legs to make space for themselves. They reach over to flick his forehead, payback for the faint red mark forming on their own skin. "Stop littering, the ground below looks like a dump." They say in a way of greeting, flashing their friend a sly smile. "With all the supplies you have up here, I'm sure you could build a garbage can, or something." They sigh, shaking their head in feigned disappointment.
Alex follows Rialto's gaze to the sun setting just above the sea, their expression softening. They had always enjoyed watching sunsets, even if they had to put extra sunscreen on and hide in the shade to see it now. It always calmed them, filled their chest with a warmth that was unfamiliar most days. Alexander could count all the vulnerable moments they had shared with their friend on their fingers, but sitting with him and watching the sun dip below the water felt - nice. Alexander hums a soft tune as the sky turns orange and pink above them, an abstract painting just for their eyes.
They glance back at Rialto to see his expression, keeping theirs under a face carefully blank. They wouldn't want anyone to know they were feeling soft, it would ruin their image. Zachariah might know they're not scary, but not all of San Creado was partial to that secret. The vampire moves to throw their arm around Rialto's shoulder, their smile as mischievous as always, but somehow softer. "It's beautiful, huh? Reminds me of the time we were in London." That's where Catheryn, Rialto, and Alexander had all met, wasn't it? Victorian era, in the dark of the night, as poor as dirt and still young bloods. A strange time, but the sunsets had been pretty.
&& 1/3 ferris wheel, 1/3 watch the sunset think? im on mobile so akdjffj
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VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!