More conversation. "Yeah. That's what I'm talking about."
He adjusts his sunglasses, eyes on the horizon; the longer he stays, the longer he hesitates, the more danger he's in. For a moment, he almost feels like some kind of character from Vamp: The Masquerade, keeping up appearances for the greater good of his kind. It's irony, and boy does it taste bitter.
This is the part where he walks away:
He steps out, head ducked against an imagined gust of wind. Here goes, all or nothing.
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Date: 2008-12-18 01:20 pm (UTC)He adjusts his sunglasses, eyes on the horizon; the longer he stays, the longer he hesitates, the more danger he's in. For a moment, he almost feels like some kind of character from Vamp: The Masquerade, keeping up appearances for the greater good of his kind. It's irony, and boy does it taste bitter.
This is the part where he walks away:
He steps out, head ducked against an imagined gust of wind. Here goes, all or nothing.