The Sentinels legs and hands, thumbs together

Ah! Thank you, I'm glad you like it

The tables had turned, in this moment it was no longer him teaching her, him observing her, him comforting her, it was her solice for him. The vamp's sudden grasp hadn't phased him, he was a rock, and always will be, not even flinching at the pull, but instead embracing her with his head best he could. A feeling of space laid within him that he desperatley wanted to close, attempting to use this clutch as a form of shutting those walls. The crook might have been a pessimist, and although Indie had shown him a world of light and undeniable beauty, he would always keep the mindset, never wanting to be caught offguard again. The booming silhouette was crafted perfectly, made excactly into what he visioned her too be - perhaps even better, but a part of him would always fail to meet her standards on his own. Without the glamour in his life, he was blind to it. 

The gangsters eyes were shut tight, a large amount of effort put forth to make sure they stay closed, for he feared opening them and this moment be gone, to wake up within the heart of Merry-Andrew's again, solitare in his den. Lonely when surrounded by so much family, wolves who would take their life for him and vice versa. Guilt always lingered, he was provided with such good (at least towards each other) wolves, yet he still unaccompanied, lacking.


Her song was without flaw, every word, every note, was perfect. Just as he saw the jet woman, faultless. Flashes of forbidden dances, prohibited words exchanged, banned stares of desire played through Donovan's mind, for a second he considered singing along, but decided he'd never dare strip the firey girl from her spotlight - it's where she belonged, what she deserved, and he loved to watch as she blew his mind. 

Their sways were like calmed waves of an ocean, steady shifts left and right that undeniably fit so well, how could it two wolves be so perfectly made for one another, yet irrefusable be the source of pain in their lives. The melody seemed to go on for ages, and he never wanted it to end, to stay in this position for the rest of his life was dandy to the autumn brute. An immortal ball with only two guests. 

Why did Don come here? He didn't know, but the amber oddity knew he had to see her again, if only for a moment. No expectations were set, no potential aftermaths played out in his mind, the wolf wouldn't allow himself to go so far in his dreams. Indie and him were two fires created by matches placed together to create an even larger inferno, but as time grew on their wooden sticks began to fizzel out into charred planks - where fire no longer lavished so brightly. The criminal did not allow himslf to even hope for a spark to suddenly light again, he was too burned to think such ways.

The moment she stepped away he was forced to open his eyes and his hazel orbs to fall back upon the femme. To suddenly hold a gaze with her ingeous own, caused his heart to skip a bit. Speak. As said before, he'd done no planning - something rather unlike Donovan, but he couldn't be his complete self if he truly aspired to get what he wished for so badly. So he just let it pour out of his mouth. "Merry-Andrew's has been wondering where you are, I have yet to give them an explination - they all believe it's because you were too heartbroken about Vincent." He avoided sharing his true emotion, yet at least. If anyone was to have it leak into the open it would be her.

Note: Vincent's his father