Gh0st1e
Bisexual Panic
The OOC/OOS color is this blue! The scenes are written in black or white. Just as the title implies here is a collection of random scenes I want to add into an RP but don't have one to add them into yet! If you find one that you particularly want to see happen shoot me a PM and lets figure something out 
Slender gloved fingers ran through unkempt long hair. Kneading the scalp beneath as he erupted into a groan. The splitting headache hadn't ended. It never did, it persisted like an ever present reminder of how badly he messed up. How poorly he did. The eye patch beneath his palm pressed into his face. The straps running through the shorter parts of his hair before reconnecting. The one exposed eye was pale and almost gray with only the slightest ghost of blue coloring. His face was flush as he downed another drink. Leaning on the table he had to focus immensely to stay upright. Even a long lived friend who tended the counter hadn't seen him this upset in years... Not since the one night that changed everything, the one night he couldn't even remember. It infuriated him the look of pity and he slammed his heavy cup down with a growl as he went to stand.
He had to do this. There wasn't a choice, it wasn't a debate. There was no right or wrong nor was there any gray area for him to indulge himself in. There was one clear choice in stark red ink. He had to leave before anyone got hurt. He had to do this on his own and he wasn't going to drag anyone else down with him. Wobbling on drunk legs he nearly stumbled out of the tavern. Letting the door slam like a reminder of his history here shutting just like it. He was turning away and wouldn't be able to look back over his shoulder.
Slender gloved fingers ran through unkempt long hair. Kneading the scalp beneath as he erupted into a groan. The splitting headache hadn't ended. It never did, it persisted like an ever present reminder of how badly he messed up. How poorly he did. The eye patch beneath his palm pressed into his face. The straps running through the shorter parts of his hair before reconnecting. The one exposed eye was pale and almost gray with only the slightest ghost of blue coloring. His face was flush as he downed another drink. Leaning on the table he had to focus immensely to stay upright. Even a long lived friend who tended the counter hadn't seen him this upset in years... Not since the one night that changed everything, the one night he couldn't even remember. It infuriated him the look of pity and he slammed his heavy cup down with a growl as he went to stand.
He had to do this. There wasn't a choice, it wasn't a debate. There was no right or wrong nor was there any gray area for him to indulge himself in. There was one clear choice in stark red ink. He had to leave before anyone got hurt. He had to do this on his own and he wasn't going to drag anyone else down with him. Wobbling on drunk legs he nearly stumbled out of the tavern. Letting the door slam like a reminder of his history here shutting just like it. He was turning away and wouldn't be able to look back over his shoulder.
