Post by Marluxia Blake on Mar 4, 2013 22:51:21 GMT -5
Marluxia was sitting on his bed holding his guitar in one hand and looking out the window, holding his bedroom curtain open with the other. He smiled a little bit as he saw all the stars dotted against the sky as if someone had taken a paint brush and painted the sky with them. The sky was dark and the little silver lights painted against it made him smile. Little was making him smile these days, he didn't understand it. He wasn't exactly sure what to do about it, but it was beginning to drive him insane. He ran his hands through his hair and held it for a moment while he just tried to think. He closed his eyes then opened them once more and sighed. Perhaps it was being alone in his room all the time. With all of the things going on, he hadn't slept with that many women. He needed to do that. He needed to feel the thrill of the chase. Perhaps he should go out chasing. Perhaps he should just go out?
He shrugged and stood. He closed the buttons on his white button down slipped his feet into the black dress shoes he always wore. He had different pairs yes, but it was always the same basic black color. At least that was what he tried to buy with the money that he had which was quite a bit since his parents had died. He shrugged off the thought. He didn't really like to think about the fact that they were dead and his music and poetry and even riding, helped him keep their death out of his head. He could no long play music in the solitude of his room though. He needed some fresh air.
He thought of going out and bugging Cris but he figured what good would it do? She was probably off trying to get rid of her pain in the best ways that he knew how. Sex. He loved Sex, it was something that he always had loved and his best friend was usually no different. He shook his head. No he was going to go and sit by the east wall, which was one of his favorite places to go and sit and play music, and sit there and sing. Sing his heart out and hope no one passed by.
Marluxia thought he had a handle on that little problem of his but he never did know whether or not he was right. Marluxia was a siren, his affinity allowed him to lure anyone closer to him when he sang. It wasn't something he liked to use, and it wasn't something he had any control over for the most part so a lot of the time he tried to avoid singing. Which was hard for him because he was musician and he loved to sing so much. He had done something daring once. He had gone into town and sang out loud in front of a crowd of people and they had all clapped and swayed but none of them tried to jump his bones. That of course was another problem with the affinity, not only did it make the person come to him, it made them want to be with him like be with him. Marluxia didn't need to use such tactics, he never had any trouble getting a woman to go to bed with him so why should he need some affinity to actually make some girl come with him?
Exactly, he didn't. He strung his guitar over his shoulder and left his dorm with his head held high and his hands in his pockets. His waist length hair was staying still as he walked which was so unlike it. Marluxia took splendid care of his hair but that did not mean that it was going to listen to him all of the time. He sighed as he kept walking and tried to lift his spirits a little bit.
Perhaps later he could go out to one of the clubs, and look for some one he could crawl into bed with and then forget about later. It was always fun to meet someone and have that sizzling sexual connection and then for them to ride that out until it was done and then go about their separate ways. It was how he operated. It was what he considered a good time and maybe he just needed more of that and less time sitting in his room sulking all by himself. Marluxia used liked having his single room, but it just seemed oppressive and he couldn't put his finger on why that was and he was not going to try. Dwelling on things never seemed to work well for him, so he figured that he might as well just not do it.
He got to the east wall and it pleased him to note that there was no around as far as he could see. So he sat down on the dirt, he wasn't worried about ruining his pants he could just clean them up later, and then held his guitar in position and then began playing a song, the song itself was just something that he thought was pretty, and he had just learned the guitar part for it. Singing it out loud while his fingers danced and frolicked along the frets would just be the icing on top of the cake for him. So he played the beginning chords and then he started to sing
Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.
Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.
He smiled as he slowly played the song, each strum and pluck of each string making his heart leap a little bit. Marluxia loved his music so much, he got lost into it, even if someone had happened along, he probably would not have cared.
Words: 1,083
Muse: Good
Notes: I hope you like, he's odd
He shrugged and stood. He closed the buttons on his white button down slipped his feet into the black dress shoes he always wore. He had different pairs yes, but it was always the same basic black color. At least that was what he tried to buy with the money that he had which was quite a bit since his parents had died. He shrugged off the thought. He didn't really like to think about the fact that they were dead and his music and poetry and even riding, helped him keep their death out of his head. He could no long play music in the solitude of his room though. He needed some fresh air.
He thought of going out and bugging Cris but he figured what good would it do? She was probably off trying to get rid of her pain in the best ways that he knew how. Sex. He loved Sex, it was something that he always had loved and his best friend was usually no different. He shook his head. No he was going to go and sit by the east wall, which was one of his favorite places to go and sit and play music, and sit there and sing. Sing his heart out and hope no one passed by.
Marluxia thought he had a handle on that little problem of his but he never did know whether or not he was right. Marluxia was a siren, his affinity allowed him to lure anyone closer to him when he sang. It wasn't something he liked to use, and it wasn't something he had any control over for the most part so a lot of the time he tried to avoid singing. Which was hard for him because he was musician and he loved to sing so much. He had done something daring once. He had gone into town and sang out loud in front of a crowd of people and they had all clapped and swayed but none of them tried to jump his bones. That of course was another problem with the affinity, not only did it make the person come to him, it made them want to be with him like be with him. Marluxia didn't need to use such tactics, he never had any trouble getting a woman to go to bed with him so why should he need some affinity to actually make some girl come with him?
Exactly, he didn't. He strung his guitar over his shoulder and left his dorm with his head held high and his hands in his pockets. His waist length hair was staying still as he walked which was so unlike it. Marluxia took splendid care of his hair but that did not mean that it was going to listen to him all of the time. He sighed as he kept walking and tried to lift his spirits a little bit.
Perhaps later he could go out to one of the clubs, and look for some one he could crawl into bed with and then forget about later. It was always fun to meet someone and have that sizzling sexual connection and then for them to ride that out until it was done and then go about their separate ways. It was how he operated. It was what he considered a good time and maybe he just needed more of that and less time sitting in his room sulking all by himself. Marluxia used liked having his single room, but it just seemed oppressive and he couldn't put his finger on why that was and he was not going to try. Dwelling on things never seemed to work well for him, so he figured that he might as well just not do it.
He got to the east wall and it pleased him to note that there was no around as far as he could see. So he sat down on the dirt, he wasn't worried about ruining his pants he could just clean them up later, and then held his guitar in position and then began playing a song, the song itself was just something that he thought was pretty, and he had just learned the guitar part for it. Singing it out loud while his fingers danced and frolicked along the frets would just be the icing on top of the cake for him. So he played the beginning chords and then he started to sing
Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.
Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.
He smiled as he slowly played the song, each strum and pluck of each string making his heart leap a little bit. Marluxia loved his music so much, he got lost into it, even if someone had happened along, he probably would not have cared.
Words: 1,083
Muse: Good
Notes: I hope you like, he's odd
