Crazy Like A Habit(Open)
Sept 12, 2013 13:05:26 GMT
Post by osiris maximus III on Sept 12, 2013 13:05:26 GMT
Ugh, he couldn’t get the look of her face out of his head, the tears ever so threatening to stream down her porcelion face, his fingers twitched slightly, and he held a blank expression over his face. God damnit, he hated feeling like this, he didn’t even know what feeling to associate this too. He snarled slightly to himself, before grabbing his broom and walking out of the Gryffindor common room. He hadn’t slept at all that night, and the sun didn’t even dare to come up. His cyan colored eyes narrowed to the sky, it had been an odd mix of hues that differed between reds and blues, mixing together making light pinks and oranges,purples and he could even see the stars that lightly glinted in the sky.
He gripped his broom tightly as the vision of Taye’s face came back to his mind, her eyes bravely batting back the tears that so threatened her, trying to be strong and not let him see her cry, his words had done that,stung her heart so deep, he scowled before running,his muscles seemed to work like a well oiled machine, he had been ridiculously fast, when he was in America most of the Americans he associated with yes, both Muggle and Pure blood(he hadn’t held the bias of his father, he more so just hated people just because they breathed) they had been obsessed with something called Parkour, or free running; and well being the show off he liked to be, he had taken a liking to it.
Running across the bridge that led to the Quidditch training area, he would jump off the bridge, one of his massive hands gripping the railings of it, and he fell. Maybe it had been the adrenline he had been addicted too, the air whipping past his face, as his hand gripped the broom tighter, mounting it and suddenly the broom flew high in the air,he smirked- he didn't need fear that ate at the bottom of most stomach, the broom flying at high speeds to the area, and stopping as the he got there, just as the sun slowly peeked over Hogwarts. He stared to it, Taye would have loved this view, the thought had been only momentarily as he was hit with a strong gust of wind, he grinned- it was if the sky had been calling him; the true home for a god.
He would do laps over the field, testing his balance as he looked up, his hands grabbing the broom stick tightly as he held up his body, his muscles tightening as it held him up vertically, his eyes still on the area around him, he would push forward off of the broom, doing a small flip and landing on his broom, a well planned thought to himself, he chuckled and smirked, that had been so good, okay- so he'd be a show off, just to show off to himself. Yes, his pride pushed him that hard.