Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Dec 22, 2013 13:40:47 GMT -5
"He's a monster, he's a monster. He's a motherf**king monster. Is he human? Does it matter?"~
The world is full of many different kinds of people. There's no denying that. Some people have hearts of gold and selflessly help others out. Those people tend to live better lives, with more happiness. But some are unable to see past their own lives. They are incapable of showing care to those less fortunate than themselves. Their lives are full of bitterness and disappointment. That huge house on acres of land? It doesn't make them happy. Multiple cars and a chauffeur? Still does nothing to brighten their day. Everything they touch turns to gold, yet their hearts remain as cold as ice.
"Momma never told me how to love. Daddy never told me out to feel. Momma never told me how to touch. Daddy never showed me how to heal."~
Lane Alexander Nikolias Everheart stared idly out of the limousine window. His baby blue eyes were narrowed slightly as he breathed against the glass and drew figures in the fog. At seventeen, you would think that the heir to the Everheart estate would be a shining star. His life was full of riches and privilege. Why, just now he was heading home after a day at one of the most prestigious academies in the country. His parents, alums to the school, made generous donations to its fund and Lane was treated as a sort of celebrity. He sighed, adjusting the frilly collar of his school uniform. The boy was slender, his figure more like a woman's than a man's. He had hips that curved rather than fell straight. Everything about Lane screamed delicate, yet the boy was not one to ever display weakness. He was known for being rather harsh.
"I've walked alone, broken. Emotionally frozen. Getting it on, getting it wrong."~
His silver blonde hair was pulled back in a perfect braid, just the side-swept bangs in the front escaping and tickling his face. Lane had many "friends" from school, though he rarely saw them outside of class. The friendships were more like business partnerships, required because of the connections between parents. There were some children that were expected to become friends in order to maintain a good business. Lane was practically required to befriend all, his parents having extensive connections.
"How do you love someone without getting hurt? How do you love someone without crawling in the dirt?"~
The limousine hit a bump and Lane grunted, startled out of his daydreams. The steady drive slowed down and he sat up, looking disgruntled, "What the hell is going on?" the boy snapped to his driver. They weren't anywhere near home and he was expected to arrive on time to begin his piano lessons. The driver stammered to explain what had happened: the front right tire had blown out, apparently running over a stray screw in the road. They had to pull over in order to call a tow truck. Lane snarled and kicked his door open, stepping out onto the city sidewalk. It was completely unfamiliar, since Lane never spent any time in the city. "You idiot!" Lane growled and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the side of the car, "Hurry up and make your calls! I don't have time for this."
"It's hard to talk, to see what's deep inside. It's hard to tell the truth when you've always lied."~
The world is full of many different kinds of people. There's no denying that. Some people have hearts of gold and selflessly help others out. Those people tend to live better lives, with more happiness. But some are unable to see past their own lives. They are incapable of showing care to those less fortunate than themselves. Their lives are full of bitterness and disappointment. That huge house on acres of land? It doesn't make them happy. Multiple cars and a chauffeur? Still does nothing to brighten their day. Everything they touch turns to gold, yet their hearts remain as cold as ice.
"Momma never told me how to love. Daddy never told me out to feel. Momma never told me how to touch. Daddy never showed me how to heal."~
Lane Alexander Nikolias Everheart stared idly out of the limousine window. His baby blue eyes were narrowed slightly as he breathed against the glass and drew figures in the fog. At seventeen, you would think that the heir to the Everheart estate would be a shining star. His life was full of riches and privilege. Why, just now he was heading home after a day at one of the most prestigious academies in the country. His parents, alums to the school, made generous donations to its fund and Lane was treated as a sort of celebrity. He sighed, adjusting the frilly collar of his school uniform. The boy was slender, his figure more like a woman's than a man's. He had hips that curved rather than fell straight. Everything about Lane screamed delicate, yet the boy was not one to ever display weakness. He was known for being rather harsh.
"I've walked alone, broken. Emotionally frozen. Getting it on, getting it wrong."~
His silver blonde hair was pulled back in a perfect braid, just the side-swept bangs in the front escaping and tickling his face. Lane had many "friends" from school, though he rarely saw them outside of class. The friendships were more like business partnerships, required because of the connections between parents. There were some children that were expected to become friends in order to maintain a good business. Lane was practically required to befriend all, his parents having extensive connections.
"How do you love someone without getting hurt? How do you love someone without crawling in the dirt?"~
The limousine hit a bump and Lane grunted, startled out of his daydreams. The steady drive slowed down and he sat up, looking disgruntled, "What the hell is going on?" the boy snapped to his driver. They weren't anywhere near home and he was expected to arrive on time to begin his piano lessons. The driver stammered to explain what had happened: the front right tire had blown out, apparently running over a stray screw in the road. They had to pull over in order to call a tow truck. Lane snarled and kicked his door open, stepping out onto the city sidewalk. It was completely unfamiliar, since Lane never spent any time in the city. "You idiot!" Lane growled and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the side of the car, "Hurry up and make your calls! I don't have time for this."
"It's hard to talk, to see what's deep inside. It's hard to tell the truth when you've always lied."~
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