oz ★ 009
Who: Oz and anyone else
Where: Espoir
Style: Either, you pick~
Status: Open
It was a rush of a thousand things at once, it seemed. Alice's arrival, Vincent's words, that party and ... and then that seal. It had all happened so fast, a rush of happiness then utter despair. The worst part was having to keep it all hidden beneath that cleverly crafted mask of his. It wasn't that hard but ... but constantly putting up the front of teasing indifference was becoming almost unbearable. So... so it was logical that he needed to go for a walk.
His hand remained over the left part of his chest, consequently where his heart was. His eyes were a bit duller than usual, and that charismatic, jovial smile was departed from his face. He was alone, wasn't he? There was no need to trick himself.
Which ultimately lead him to plopping down near the center of the village, having somehow managed to find a violin a few days prior in his quiet jaunts. He wasn't playing it, but instead curiously poking at the strings with his fingers, wondering how he could manage a song without the vital stick to pluck them.
Where: Espoir
Style: Either, you pick~
Status: Open
It was a rush of a thousand things at once, it seemed. Alice's arrival, Vincent's words, that party and ... and then that seal. It had all happened so fast, a rush of happiness then utter despair. The worst part was having to keep it all hidden beneath that cleverly crafted mask of his. It wasn't that hard but ... but constantly putting up the front of teasing indifference was becoming almost unbearable. So... so it was logical that he needed to go for a walk.
His hand remained over the left part of his chest, consequently where his heart was. His eyes were a bit duller than usual, and that charismatic, jovial smile was departed from his face. He was alone, wasn't he? There was no need to trick himself.
Which ultimately lead him to plopping down near the center of the village, having somehow managed to find a violin a few days prior in his quiet jaunts. He wasn't playing it, but instead curiously poking at the strings with his fingers, wondering how he could manage a song without the vital stick to pluck them.