alex & story—seeker.
he & they.
twenty—six.
august 9th.
saffron, kanto.
graysexual.
explorer.
rising star.
sooner or later the fire will die.
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alexander silph
a regular.
POSTED ON Dec 28, 2018 15:10:13 GMT
warmth drapes itself over him in scarce density. alex, relishing in the feeling, looks towards abner with curiosity in his bright blue eyes. it quickly shifts into concern. "won't you be cold?" the display comes natural, especially for one that is so wary for the well-being of others. his persistence stops itself however— now that abner had taken order, he doesn't bother looking forth.
"i'll have the same, please."— and when the meal has been made, alex takes both, handing the other towards his company. he smiles, like he always does, "thank you," with something hot lingering in his hands, the cool nature of their evening felt absent. personally, eating at a food truck like this was unlikely for him, still there was a certain simplicity to eating a hot-dog.
it felt normal.
alex liked that feeling. he liked this reality which settled before his wavering gaze, but, what he liked most was— nearly slipping into the safety of his mind, he takes another large bite. if a bit overbearing and forced, it allow the baring for this one sliver of time— to be forgotten.
"lets head to the theater now, yeah?" alex says after awhile, "wouldn't want you freezing your ass off." the jest is perceived just the same. a twinkle of mischief, a child-like grin. in contribution to the play, alex was daring enough to lightly smack abner on the arm as his figure begun to move into the dwindling mass of night-life.
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