Aug 29, 2020 10:57:30 GMT -6
Just keep smiling
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Hope this is alright! c:[attr="class","psubtitlebc"]even if you only feel pain
[attr="class","zylanspeaks"]Hopefulness filled Zylan's chest as he prepared himself for a wondrous summer day of friendship making. The young nekomata struggled to form those connections, hence he hunted for the esteemed privilege of being considered somebody's friend. Shyness kept Zylan from interacting with those around him, his timidness making his presence hardly impactful. He dressed himself in a pair of dark-green shorts with a plethora of pockets and a simple white t-shirt. His thoughts were decorated with excitement as he walked through the threshold with a gleeful skip to his step.
Throughout his drive over to the fair location, Zylan attempted to hype himself for the event. Fantasies of finally succeeding fluttered through his mind. The unhealthy optimism fed with his hopeful to discover a beautiful friend. Fortunately, the optimism gave artificial confidence as Zylan walked through the arch, smiling broadly. Quietly, he walked through the stalls of food and admired from a distance the large rides. People gleefully screamed in play as they enjoyed rides or attempted to win the many possible prizes.
Ever cautious however, the nekomata kept his distance from anything related to knocking down bottles. Regularly, the rattling tensed the young, dark-haired man; nothing compared to the disturbance of shattering glass. The freckled young man glances around, walking through the self-made pathways, heading towards the created meeting place. Near the magician's tent. That was the location provided by the officials hosting Friendship Initiative. The excitement and anxiety mingling in Zylan's veins as he approached the expected location, early.
Silently, he allowed his thoughts to support him through the shyness wishing to tear him apart. The dark-haired young man desired manifesting connections between others. Constantly, Zylan had his older brother, Dylan, behind him, supporting him. However, the nekomata wanted his dearest brother to know his protective, wondrous brother to know he held the opportunity to meet others as well. Another person to lean on meant Dylan could worry less and gain further freedoms, something Zylan believed his shield of a brother required.
The young man's eyes locked with the magician's tent, a stunning tent composed of dark purple fabric with a starry design. Faint sparkles coated its surface in an attempt to bedazzle passersby with the notions of illusions. Magician magic always held its personal curiosities, especially when accomplished by a mundane human without assistance. Card tricks or general mystifying tricks of the eye brought a gasp to the young nekomata's lips. Hope filled the dark-haired florist as he stared at the glorious tent. Perhaps his partner for Friendship Initiative would enjoy similar ventures.
Joyously, the optimistic man grinned as his hands grasped together. He bounced on his feet, fighting off shyness with optimistic thoughts of finding somebody to connect with. It excited him! He always wanted to forge friendships, and finally, the opportunity was presented to him... It was invigorating! The mental requirements were being prepped, to make a good first impression and be the bundle of joy people desired from a friend. Never mention the tormented, troubled history of his past and everything would be perfectly fine.
Nobody desired listening to the sorrows of a boy hindered by abuse and pressured by the burdens of a questionable upbringing. About an alcoholic mother who lacked the motherly instincts and a depressed father enabling her from sheer inability to cease those actions. Naturally, he would allow them to meet Dylan, his hero and the one he confessed his sorrowful feelings to, but everything would be limited should the future turn golden... Anything beyond his brother... would be met with a soft, awkward laugh and a 'they're busy' as it always was.
Thoughts of his volatile upbringing were shoved under, draped in unhealthy optimism of 'I'm okay now', yet, mere memories left the pit of his stomach empty and his soul shaking in fear. Never again... You're okay... Never again. It repeated through his mind on a cycle while his lips carried a smile of plastic. To everyone else, Zylan was perfectly fine and excited, but inside he awaited that distraction to save him from his inner turmoil.
Throughout his drive over to the fair location, Zylan attempted to hype himself for the event. Fantasies of finally succeeding fluttered through his mind. The unhealthy optimism fed with his hopeful to discover a beautiful friend. Fortunately, the optimism gave artificial confidence as Zylan walked through the arch, smiling broadly. Quietly, he walked through the stalls of food and admired from a distance the large rides. People gleefully screamed in play as they enjoyed rides or attempted to win the many possible prizes.
Ever cautious however, the nekomata kept his distance from anything related to knocking down bottles. Regularly, the rattling tensed the young, dark-haired man; nothing compared to the disturbance of shattering glass. The freckled young man glances around, walking through the self-made pathways, heading towards the created meeting place. Near the magician's tent. That was the location provided by the officials hosting Friendship Initiative. The excitement and anxiety mingling in Zylan's veins as he approached the expected location, early.
Silently, he allowed his thoughts to support him through the shyness wishing to tear him apart. The dark-haired young man desired manifesting connections between others. Constantly, Zylan had his older brother, Dylan, behind him, supporting him. However, the nekomata wanted his dearest brother to know his protective, wondrous brother to know he held the opportunity to meet others as well. Another person to lean on meant Dylan could worry less and gain further freedoms, something Zylan believed his shield of a brother required.
The young man's eyes locked with the magician's tent, a stunning tent composed of dark purple fabric with a starry design. Faint sparkles coated its surface in an attempt to bedazzle passersby with the notions of illusions. Magician magic always held its personal curiosities, especially when accomplished by a mundane human without assistance. Card tricks or general mystifying tricks of the eye brought a gasp to the young nekomata's lips. Hope filled the dark-haired florist as he stared at the glorious tent. Perhaps his partner for Friendship Initiative would enjoy similar ventures.
Joyously, the optimistic man grinned as his hands grasped together. He bounced on his feet, fighting off shyness with optimistic thoughts of finding somebody to connect with. It excited him! He always wanted to forge friendships, and finally, the opportunity was presented to him... It was invigorating! The mental requirements were being prepped, to make a good first impression and be the bundle of joy people desired from a friend. Never mention the tormented, troubled history of his past and everything would be perfectly fine.
Nobody desired listening to the sorrows of a boy hindered by abuse and pressured by the burdens of a questionable upbringing. About an alcoholic mother who lacked the motherly instincts and a depressed father enabling her from sheer inability to cease those actions. Naturally, he would allow them to meet Dylan, his hero and the one he confessed his sorrowful feelings to, but everything would be limited should the future turn golden... Anything beyond his brother... would be met with a soft, awkward laugh and a 'they're busy' as it always was.
Thoughts of his volatile upbringing were shoved under, draped in unhealthy optimism of 'I'm okay now', yet, mere memories left the pit of his stomach empty and his soul shaking in fear. Never again... You're okay... Never again. It repeated through his mind on a cycle while his lips carried a smile of plastic. To everyone else, Zylan was perfectly fine and excited, but inside he awaited that distraction to save him from his inner turmoil.
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