Kyle Sarea (blunette) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2011-05-21 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | kyle sarea, tyrone valsharan |
Who: Kyle and Ty, though Soren/Cass/Henn/anyone else around are free to crash the party whenever they want.
What: Mostly banter, possibly sexings.
Where: Kyle's room at Cass's place.
When: In a mystical timey-wimey ball that exists wherever the fuck it needs to.
Warnings: An incubus has gotta eat somehow.
As much as it made him feel like a moochy bum, Kyle hadn't been all too active in the time he'd been with Soren. Lounging around his room, keeping to himself unless visited, watching a lot of TV, testing a lot of makeup. He felt bad for it, he really did, but. . . he didn't know what else to do. Everything just felt like a void to him for now, and his usual drive to get out in the world was gone. Home was familiar. Home was somewhere where he was learning all the rules, even the little ones that would still land his ass in trouble. Home was where his family was, where his friends were. Here was strange and foreign, and. . . he felt scared. He didn't want to go explore, because what if something happened? He was so far away from home, and he knew he was already in his afterlife. There was no Great Beyond to this, nothing to give him another shot. If he messed this up like he did last time. . .
That was nothing he wanted to think about. Even when he'd died before, he knew there was an afterlife waiting for him. He wasn't so good at facing the unknown unless he had a reason to, and if it was something that could kill him dead for good, he wanted none of that shit. Fortunately, he'd eaten not all that long ago, so it wouldn't be too much longer before his brother showed up to snack on some of that processed energy. He'd already done his makeup in brilliant blue for his eyes and black for his lips (subtle is not something Kyle did well), and had an extra treat ready for him when he got there. . . though honestly, he hoped there'd be a bit of visiting before anything happened.