Supernova Shredder
He/Him
30
march 21
mauville city
heterosexual
music artist
Trainer
I’d rather watch your star explode
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Callan Young
sunset's chandelier [c] ♡¸.•'
POSTED ON Sept 13, 2023 0:12:03 GMT
❝ Callan's fiery crimson eyes met Desiree's cool cerulean ones, their gazes locking intensely as he sensed the waves of concern radiating from her being. He groans gently from the touch of her lips radiating kisses down his neck, it sends shivers of flame, stoking him even further. "It's a promise, then." Callan replies, as he himself dips down towards Desiree's mouth, his teeth sink into her lower lip as he parts them with his tongue. His hand holds the back of her head as he nestles her against his chest and he tastes her cocktail exploring every inch of her mouth, breathing the scent of her perfume mixed with the smokiness of her vaporizer. His hand slides down her chest and rests at her waist, he could feel his inner desires boil violently for her. But he held it in, for now. The moment falters as he speaks his words. He himself is dragged out of that heat and fire as she reveals a momentary weakness, vulnerability, behind her cheerful and electric outer shell, the gentle formation of droplets, struggling to hold themselves back in her eyes. With a feather-light caress of her cheek, made gentle by his calloused yet caring hands, he whispered softly "Thank you for trusting me enough to let me see a glimpse of your truth, even if just a sliver. I promise I won't ask or dig for more than you are comfortable revealing to me right now." He pauses, "But I am here for you, if you ever need me. If you need to be held, if you need an ear, if you want me to just spend time with you." He smiles. Her delicate hands tracing lingeringly down his muscular body distracted him momentarily, pulling his consciousness briefly away. Her fingers would find sinuous muscle, held together as if from decades of misuse, only starting to get better after a couple of years of athletic activity. Callan was thin, wiry, and the tattoo she pressed against tickled against his chest. He refocused his attention on the question she had posed. What was it that drove him in life? What fueled his inner fire? A thoughtful smile crossed his lips as he pondered deeply over his answer. "I... grew up in a place where living past twenty five was considered a blessing. My parents were not kind, I was an outcast for most of my life, I grew and became associated with crowds best left unmentioned." He began, "At first, it was a ravenous hunger - an all-consuming need to prove myself against the seemingly insurmountable odds, with what I thoguht was a death sentence." And then there was a moment's pause, from the weighty amount of reflection. "My underprivileged upbringing, my lack of resources or help... music and battling became were saving graces, I was talented and smart, but I couldn't express them in healthy ways. Those were my outlets.."As she settled herself, he continued introspectively, sharing his innermost thoughts. "But as my band Teravolt took off beyond my wildest dreams and opportunities came pouring in, I realized that every accomplishment and milestone meant opening new doors to even greater possibilities. And so... I guess I kept going. How far can I take this?" Callan said. His piercing crimson eyes met her cool cerulean ones, his gaze baring the sincerity of his soul. "Now though, beyond fame and fortune, my purpose lies in leaving this world a little better than I found it, if not for myself, for the daughter that I have." He playfully ruffled her cotton candy pink hair, marveling at its softness as he looks into her eyes. His calloused thumb runs over the white tattoos tracing her cheek. "And for the people that make life so wonderful to live."Callan pauses, as he feels the mood shift. "Wanna continue this conversation back at my place?"[googlefont=Playfair Display]
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