Post by rhys alexander greyback on Apr 19, 2021 22:51:54 GMT -7
every map I follow
leads to the unknown
October 24, 2025
alfie edward o'callaghan
alfie edward o'callaghan
Flings. He supposed that was the optimal word for his ‘relationships’, as fleeting as they were, and even this thing he had with Maria. It had been some time since he’d committed to anything, and he certainly wasn’t in a hurry. Deva had captured his heart when he was younger and a select few over the years, but more and more, he was content with what he had now. Rhys recalled when he did daydream of his future with family and the things he never had, but it had been just that—a dream. Rhys shrugged. Whatever it was called, as long as it wasn’t something that tied him down, he was fine with it. ”I like the ‘no emotions’ part.” He drank more whiskey, emotions meant complicated, and he didn’t need that.
Deva confused him. Rhys had never been shy of his intentions and had stated them as plainly as possible, and yet they kept finding one another, and their individual intentions never changed. It always began and ended the same way, but Rhys would never say no if she showed up at his door. Then again, he never denied Maria either, yet that was entirely different. He shook his head slightly but also nodded in agreement. ”I probably should have paid attention in divination. Maybe my tea leaves were warning me back then.” The sarcasm was evident, significantly since he’d dropped the course very quickly into his third year and opted for other electives. Nonsense, that’s all it was.
Alfie congratulated Rhys on his great find, seeing a girl that was a dancer. Even that seemed like a pipe dream when he was sixteen, and yet here he was. Not that Maria was the only dancer he’d ever been with, but at least she was the only one he’d continued to see for this long. Rhys chuckled at his question, and he paused before answering, looking around him as if he was in thought but a slight smirk on his face. ”The exotic kind.” Rhys gave Aflie a knowing look, but he mentally was brought back to that night in the club back in the beginning of Summer and the incidental private lap dance. ”I can ask if she has friends?” Rhys offered, drinking down a large amount of whiskey.
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