Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2021 9:17:13 GMT -7
Beauty was pain so when everything seemed keen to hurt it meant there was beauty in everything. Not that Bhelliom was used to any sort of pain or rejection. He tended to go for a challenge, yes, but one he knew he could win. He didn't get attached so that he never really got hurt. Still he hurt now, but that was more because his sister was in trouble. The only way to forget was by getting distracted. He'd gone to the club and without a doubt planned to get distracted. It didn't take very long for people to seek out his company, much as they always did. He was a charmer, when he wanted to be.
He smiled warmly at the girl that was most beautiful of those that had come up to him. He flirted and she was clearly impressed and attempted to keep her composure. It didn't matter to him, he knew she was charmed. He flirted and his soft gentle words played the girl like a violin. She was taken in by him but despite her stunning looks it just wasn't good enough. The mask was breaking and he could already see the flaws through it. He smiled, whispering sweet empty words before taking her home. This was real, and neither of them really needed more than one night.
