@Xan ur welcome fren ;)
Little could the man comprehend exactly what had taken place, after meeting a certain boy named Alexander. It had gone by in a whirlwind, from being convinced to live his life in a dark, damp cave surrounded by hoodlums and devil-worshiping crazies — he had escaped the cursed territory as a trespasser only a few times until the day he returned to find no trace of the man he had risked his very life to follow. The devastation to realize he had been ditched was something of a revelation. Roles had been switched; tables had been turned. In the least amount of words, his life had been completely messed up upon meeting the beauty eyed boy, Alexander. Perhaps, that was the very reason he did not stop looking.
How could he give up such a thing?
Adonis made his way crisscross, sideways, back and forth, around in circles and then the whole thing over again; all in the name of confronting the boy who had pranced off with all of his attention to another land; no doubt with one of his many, multiple whores. It was a thing he had learned about the boy, that while Xan had sought comfort in him, women seemed to throw themselves at his feet though he did not even realize. Catching him with that other albino woman had truly brought light to the situation, that Adonis had been selfishly tricked and stolen away. The worst part was, he had even stuck around some time after that. What kind of man had Alexander Apaata made him? Adonis held no commitments, it was almost laughable to associate the very sentence with his being. Yet, still he found himself ragged and journey torn tracking the scent of the pale boy to no end, it seemed and for truly, no reason. He had ought to move on, for Alexander would not be looking for him, he knew. Yet, he could not let go of the fact he had been left like an offering to Alexander's nutty family; unable to move on without some realitive explanation to the mess Adonis had been so blindly dragged in to. The option to abandon a search that had already progressed weeks in, was simply out of the question. He would find Alexander, and he would put an end to the silly notion of helping the boy who clearly could survive on his own.
How could he give up such a thing?
Adonis made his way crisscross, sideways, back and forth, around in circles and then the whole thing over again; all in the name of confronting the boy who had pranced off with all of his attention to another land; no doubt with one of his many, multiple whores. It was a thing he had learned about the boy, that while Xan had sought comfort in him, women seemed to throw themselves at his feet though he did not even realize. Catching him with that other albino woman had truly brought light to the situation, that Adonis had been selfishly tricked and stolen away. The worst part was, he had even stuck around some time after that. What kind of man had Alexander Apaata made him? Adonis held no commitments, it was almost laughable to associate the very sentence with his being. Yet, still he found himself ragged and journey torn tracking the scent of the pale boy to no end, it seemed and for truly, no reason. He had ought to move on, for Alexander would not be looking for him, he knew. Yet, he could not let go of the fact he had been left like an offering to Alexander's nutty family; unable to move on without some realitive explanation to the mess Adonis had been so blindly dragged in to. The option to abandon a search that had already progressed weeks in, was simply out of the question. He would find Alexander, and he would put an end to the silly notion of helping the boy who clearly could survive on his own.
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by the angel - by Adonis - October 03, 2016, 09:45 PM
RE: by the angel - by Xan - October 03, 2016, 10:48 PM