[continuing to sip his drink, keigo steps between grinding, dancing bodies. it's very lively. he almost feels two years younger. not that keigo attended many clubs and parties even when younger. it was here or there, but the hero commission barely allowed him to leave the cage.
if keigo had the actual use to his abilities with his wings, he maybe could have found that person in his mind. yet, these were just for show. they moved along with him though. it was...better than nothing. and already, he's had a few people who thanked him for his work in life during the previous search. mostly, his wings seemed to attract grabby hands and intimate promises, all of which keigo waves off.
they're not who he's looking for. there was only one who could fulfill that role for the hero.
searching the club is becoming almost hopeless. he tries asking, sparing a name, two actually, but he's given shrugs or told to stop his search and dance with whoever he's asking. he always declines. he doesn't want to dance. he doesn't want to do anything but find this stupid idiot. keigo was going to go crazy if he can't.
it's while rounding a corner, waving off another offer to the dance floor and holding back a sour expression, that keigo almost stumbles into an affectionate couple hiding in the dark. he's about to apologize, to leave and try to scan the club one more time, but keigo can't help but...stare. not at the blond who appears to be trying way too hard, but at the white haired, pretty blue eyed man.
yes. that has to be him! keigo knows that hair, those eyes, he knows them from anywhere-!
the scars aren't there. but in a place like this, it's to be expected. how could keigo have forgotten? his own scars were well hidden away too. he's positive he's not breathing any longer. his chest was pounding. not even the base of the music could keep him from hearing his own heartbeats.
the blond shoots him a glare and it's enough to get him to snap from his thoughts. jealousy immediately hits him, goads keigo to move without thinking. next thing he realizes, he's pressing up to something that's familiar, hands gripping a shirt while golden eyes narrow. at least keigo gives a smile, even if empty of kindness.]
Get lost. He's taken.
[words he has no right to say any longer, but feels deeply for. after all, he once belonged to this man, and claimed the right to call him his own. keigo needed to see him though. he had to talk to him. and he couldn't do it with this pretty floozy between them.]
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Date: 2021-02-28 05:10 am (UTC)if keigo had the actual use to his abilities with his wings, he maybe could have found that person in his mind. yet, these were just for show. they moved along with him though. it was...better than nothing. and already, he's had a few people who thanked him for his work in life during the previous search. mostly, his wings seemed to attract grabby hands and intimate promises, all of which keigo waves off.
they're not who he's looking for. there was only one who could fulfill that role for the hero.
searching the club is becoming almost hopeless. he tries asking, sparing a name, two actually, but he's given shrugs or told to stop his search and dance with whoever he's asking. he always declines. he doesn't want to dance. he doesn't want to do anything but find this stupid idiot. keigo was going to go crazy if he can't.
it's while rounding a corner, waving off another offer to the dance floor and holding back a sour expression, that keigo almost stumbles into an affectionate couple hiding in the dark. he's about to apologize, to leave and try to scan the club one more time, but keigo can't help but...stare. not at the blond who appears to be trying way too hard, but at the white haired, pretty blue eyed man.
yes. that has to be him! keigo knows that hair, those eyes, he knows them from anywhere-!
the scars aren't there. but in a place like this, it's to be expected. how could keigo have forgotten? his own scars were well hidden away too. he's positive he's not breathing any longer. his chest was pounding. not even the base of the music could keep him from hearing his own heartbeats.
the blond shoots him a glare and it's enough to get him to snap from his thoughts. jealousy immediately hits him, goads keigo to move without thinking. next thing he realizes, he's pressing up to something that's familiar, hands gripping a shirt while golden eyes narrow. at least keigo gives a smile, even if empty of kindness.]
Get lost. He's taken.
[words he has no right to say any longer, but feels deeply for. after all, he once belonged to this man, and claimed the right to call him his own. keigo needed to see him though. he had to talk to him. and he couldn't do it with this pretty floozy between them.]