Post by anthena anteater ;) on Apr 7, 2013 2:18:22 GMT -5
The male slouched, his perfect posture ruined by the lowered head and cold yet sparkiling grey eyes.
He wore something a bit more surprising to his usal tank and plaid with jeans. On his feet were boots
that added at least an inch to his height. Over his torso, a white tank to hide the marks with a black
leather jacket in a thick material. Then to cover his legs were a greayish leather with a softened tone.
His hair was still the same bleach blond it had always been. It's part of what made him memorable.
Not only that but all the shit he had been put through. He was an assassin now and was expected
to do as told, no matter how grotesque the challenge. One of the worst, his wife's own brother.
It was hard to forget that day and he would always try but it would stay lodged in his mind no matter
how much alcohol. How much whiskey. Tonight he would try though. He had not picked up a bottle
of beer since she left him. Now was the perfect time to try this again. To tell himself he won't overdo
it and remain in control of himself. This though was the only reason she left him. For three long
months he cried himself to sleep. He tried to hide how much he missed her. He even wore the wedding
band around his finger then and he still does now. Afterwards, the woman's heart had not functioned
properly and life had went downhill. He willingly gave up his heart for the woman who he made sure he had
truely loved. They had two kids which she gave to him. To take care of in such a tough time. They would
be his to remind him of her. She thought it was best for him and all he wanted to do was do what
was best for her. There were longer nights after that where he would stay up and dig his nails deep
into his arm till the blood spilled over and he had punished himself for leaving her. For hurting her.
Now was it though. He would finally drink after loving his wife again. Amnesia had taken it's tole
on her body and he explained every detail to her. Told her everything. Most of all, how much he
loveed her. Of course he still remembered the small dancer in his heart. He had made the emotional
connection as his first lover. No matter how much you try to forget them you still love them. It's
how the human body works. Sucks right? He loved Ryf more then he had imagined. He took her
innocence and couldn't stay away. He took rsponsibility for his actions and now he was a better man
for it, slowly making his way around the drunks with their heads held high and all smiles. Beside him was
the same creepy redhead he had talked to only months ago. He looked up at the bartender, ordering
Blue Moon before hoping on the stool by the bar. He kept the same blank expression.
This time it would have been harder to read. Harder to discover the thoughts racing through his head.
The bartender handed him the open beer and he took a drink. Control yourself Felix. He bit down
hard on his lip and slipped the jacket off to the side. The scars were visible along with
the new marks of the whip. A woman, a murderous woman had tied him down and physically hurt him.
A way he could try to forget. He looked up at the orange haired male then back down at his beer.
Here to forget.....
