Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
Miles noticed the ring fidgeting with observant eyes that bore lines at the corners from laughing long into the night with a glass in his hand and a throat gone hoarse. "They said someone went missing. Then they said someone else did, but that we shouldn't concern ourselves. Sounds like something worth being concerned over to me." But he didn't look concerned. There was not one iota of concern on his rugged face, and even the swoop of hair against his forehead seemed defiant in the face of some majorly weird shit.
He had a lazy smile, one that was sloe eyed and sure to have left a trail of lovesick beauties in its wake. Talent made people beautiful, and that was just the long and short of it. He didn't expect the man who unfolded himself from the floor to fall over and swoon, seeing as the man didn't see him as talented yet. People got a certain look in their eye when they recognized you. That was how things went, and with celebrity came an approbation that wasn't available otherwise. Hell also came with it, in its own way. He uncrossed his feet, but he didn't stand up tall or lower his arm. "I think wherever it is you were planning to be, you're not going to make it there anytime soon." He jerked his chin toward the headphones. "Something good?"