Post by silas malachi hook on Apr 27, 2020 10:09:19 GMT -5
Even by New York standards, there were times when Silas looked a little strange. He had always been a little bit eccentric, but since moving to the city and away from the hell that had been his childhood home, he'd been able to indulge himself even more. He dressed up for class, often standing out amongst the many who looked like they had rolled out of bed to be there. People had asked him where he was going when in actual fact his only plan was to grab lunch and return home again. When you come from very little you make the most of what you do have. For Silas, that was his desire to make everything weird and beautiful. Some of the things he wore when it was cold spent the rest of the year as throws and odd bits of décor in his apartment. He raided thrift stores for those unusual items that had been left in the racks because they were an odd fashion trend when they were out the first time; be it clothing or homeware. Sometimes he left them as was, took pride in their strange vintage look, but other times Silas was more than happy to dye or cut them into something else. Maybe a side table throw, or turn a poncho into a cape.
Basically, Silas was used to the strange looks he received when he went out. If he felt like smearing black around his eyes to hide the fact that he hadn’t slept then some people looked twice at him. He didn’t care. His whole life had been mockery and bullies in Montana and by now anything said to him was like water off a duck’s back. Silas didn’t always venture out in extreme fashion choices. There were days when he looked just like everyone else, clomping around New York in combat boots, ripped skinny jeans, and a t-shirt that always seemed to look too big on his skinny frame. He dressed to match his mood, or to alleviate a particularly sour mood. Tonight, he was just excited, and so he dressed to reflect that. Lots of feathers on his shoulders, a black top that actually fitted him (though he had always suspected it was a female top discarded in the men’s racks), his favourite skinny jeans almost entirely ripped up, and the combat boots he could spend his entire life in. Silas had smeared his eyes in black, but this brand appeared to have glitter mixed in which he hadn’t noticed when he bought it from the drugstore. Silas wasn’t completely against it though.
He wasn’t all that sure Henrietta knew what she was getting herself into, inviting him out someplace. He did remind himself though they had met in the middle of the night at the carousel in Central Park. It wasn’t an entirely normal meeting, and Silas’ only dismay had been that they had parted ways after that meeting. Maybe tonight the evening wouldn’t end quite so soon, but he also didn’t know if she had invited anyone else on this little night out. Silas wasn’t much fun in big groups. He grew bored quickly and was more awkward than usual. He had always been something of a loner, and it was kind of how he preferred things. Hettie was meeting him at his place, since apparently, he lived closer to wherever they were going. He hung out on the couch, music playing while he waited. When he heard the buzzer, he simply texted her to say the door was open, since he was near the end of sketching up a pattern he thought would look good as a couch throw. By the time Hettie made it to his door, he ought to have it finished.
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TAGGED! Henrietta Annabella Holliday
WORDS! 628!
LYRICS! Blessed Are Those - - - SayWeCanFly
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
