Post by LEONIDAS FAOLAN WINTER on Oct 18, 2013 23:30:38 GMT -5
don't get too close
IT'S DARK INSIDE, IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
The afternoon held a chill; not cold enough to be uncomfortable, yet cold enough to drive the masses indoors. A soft frost had covered the beach earlier in the day, remnants of the waves that had crashed upon them. Above, seagulls could be heard shrieking as they searched desperately for stray bits of garbage to gobble up.
This weather didn't bother the teenage boy sitting at the seaside cafe. He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles, staring intently at the screen before him. He loved the quiet of this cafe. It was a good place to sit down, drink a coffee, and get some writing done. It was one of his more frequent haunts in the warm months, and the waitresses knew him well. They never offered him food; he would only reject it. He suspected they thought he was pretentious, but he knew he could only afford the coffee.
Leonidas lifted his hand and ran it through his shaggy blonde hair. He shook his head to clear it. It wasn't enough. Usually the words spilled from his fingertips. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case now. He was at a block. He reached for his coffee cup, and felt disappointed that it was empty. He looked around for the blonde girl that had been filling his cup, and realised she must have gone off shift. That was not good. Whoever it was waiting his table now clearly wasn't paying much attention.
Irritation sprung through his chest and he scowled deeper than before. He looked around once more, tapping his nails on the table. Where was that girl? Leo sighed loudly and shook his head. If she wasn't going to fill his cup, he would go find her. Fortunately, he had only half risen from his seat when she appeared beside his table. He didn't recognize her. She must've been fairly new. He pointed to his cup. She poured the coffee and left.
Leonidas settled back into his chair. He could not afford any more distractions.
This weather didn't bother the teenage boy sitting at the seaside cafe. He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles, staring intently at the screen before him. He loved the quiet of this cafe. It was a good place to sit down, drink a coffee, and get some writing done. It was one of his more frequent haunts in the warm months, and the waitresses knew him well. They never offered him food; he would only reject it. He suspected they thought he was pretentious, but he knew he could only afford the coffee.
Leonidas lifted his hand and ran it through his shaggy blonde hair. He shook his head to clear it. It wasn't enough. Usually the words spilled from his fingertips. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case now. He was at a block. He reached for his coffee cup, and felt disappointed that it was empty. He looked around for the blonde girl that had been filling his cup, and realised she must have gone off shift. That was not good. Whoever it was waiting his table now clearly wasn't paying much attention.
Irritation sprung through his chest and he scowled deeper than before. He looked around once more, tapping his nails on the table. Where was that girl? Leo sighed loudly and shook his head. If she wasn't going to fill his cup, he would go find her. Fortunately, he had only half risen from his seat when she appeared beside his table. He didn't recognize her. She must've been fairly new. He pointed to his cup. She poured the coffee and left.
Leonidas settled back into his chair. He could not afford any more distractions.
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