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[backdated] [for Hana] A cold welcome
Jul. 29th, 2014 12:51 pm Bach was confused about this place, Siren Cove. His mother has told him to come here, to get some answers about his father and himself, but where did you start such a route?
It didn't help that ever since he had arrived here, people's rhythms seemed to be louder and clearer. He had always joked about hearing people's heartbeats, but this almost felt too intimate, making him just shy away from others.
It was a good thing he had Cinderella, before turning into a complete hermit. And maybe ..someone would notice him, instead of just smiling and winking along with his smiles and winks. He didn't want much, just more than a physical connection.
It was late enough to be called early and Bach was sure that he was alone in the streets. Until he heard a rhythm he had never - no, of course the rhythms were always new. This one was just ..on a whole other level, and he wanted to find the person that carried it.
It didn't help that ever since he had arrived here, people's rhythms seemed to be louder and clearer. He had always joked about hearing people's heartbeats, but this almost felt too intimate, making him just shy away from others.
It was a good thing he had Cinderella, before turning into a complete hermit. And maybe ..someone would notice him, instead of just smiling and winking along with his smiles and winks. He didn't want much, just more than a physical connection.
It was late enough to be called early and Bach was sure that he was alone in the streets. Until he heard a rhythm he had never - no, of course the rhythms were always new. This one was just ..on a whole other level, and he wanted to find the person that carried it.
