Lost (part 2)
His worn out shoes from walking were no longer white, practically falling apart and were filled to the brim with sand. His legs are trembling mercilessly, knees aching, En Dwi Gast was more than certain they would soon betray him, as his exhausted body would hit the cracked asphalt road with a light thud. Nevertheless, despite this discomfort, there was something quite liberating about calmly walking in the middle of a desert at midnight.
Perhaps it was the fact that the billionaire no longer had any time to overthink, obsess even, about recent events that unfortunately lead him to where he was at this very moment. He felt beyond tired though, looking at his golden wrist watch for the tenth time this hour, En Dwi exhaled, knowing he should have been there already. Where uh, where the fuck is it? He wondered to himself...
...how ironic that when he brought his head up, a bright, neon pink Motel sign came into view.
"Gee....that's definetly something, that uh, will have to do." He breathlessly mumbled, looking at the dried out, cracked paint peeling off those dirty, grey walls. It was no five-star Hotel with wine red silk sheets, French crystal chandeliers and young, attractive looking night managers with a pearly smile. Greeted by an elderly, white-haired woman, who was as friendly as her life permitted her to be, he took the rusty, room 14 keys with a smile on his face, wishing her a good night.
His travel suite was not much prettier than the rest of this run down building. Not that he much expected it to be. However, he did expect at least a shower that works, at least with freezing cold water, though he sure knew there would undoubtedly be no heaters. With only one light bulb hanging from that yellow-ish, dirty ceiling, En shook his head, plopping down onto the cum stained, single Queen bed, which was threatening to shatter under his weight. This place was straight up disappointing.
The walls were covered in horrible, floral, tempo teal wallpaper. The floor was decked in dark brown rug material and the bed had some badly knitted, cheap pastel pink sheets. En Dwi did not even risk opening that God awful, redwood dresser, knowing that those doors might fall off. Same goes for this poor, little nightstand to his right. He closed his tired, heavy eyelids, in an attempt at getting at least a few hours of sleep, as his body went limp and a deep slumber crept up on his weary mind.
3 hours later
En Dwi Gast has never seen a dream in his entire life, or he never once remembered one. Tonight was no exception. Complete and utter darkness, a tunnel with no light at the end was all the billionaire saw behind closed eyes. And yet, he could not complain, sleep was for resting. And rest he did get, partially. For suddenly, loud music started blaring through the building, discourteously waking everybody who stayed there. He wouldn't say he felt re-charged, yet thankfully, most of his exhaustion was over.
His entire body started shuddering, there was a slight tremor in all of his previously relaxed limbs. It took the silverfox some time to realize that it was not only himself, but all furniture also seemed to be slightly shaking as the floor vibrated beat after beat. Looks like he's got some ballsy neighbors....loud, partying neighbors. Exactly what I needed En rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. You can not ruin a ruined mood, albeit a few more hours of sleep would have been wonderful. Apparently, that was not going to happen.
"Might as well uh, get up" He decided, not bothering to put his shoes on before getting some fresh air.
Alas, this dry desert air was not as fresh as he had hoped it to be either. The only thing saving this night from being simply unbearable was that beautiful midnight sky. The whole horizon was painted in a dark indigo color, accompanied by an array of bright, almost crystal-like stars. All clouds were gone, he swore he could almost see the entire galaxy. He has seen plenty beautiful things, such as northern lights in Norway and comet showers on several tropical islands. This was not near breathtaking, yet something about it still sent chills down his spine.
Something about that muffled melody in the background, complimented this view too. It was a nostalgic tune, whoever awoke him has a good taste in music. 'Rock you like a hurricane' by Scorpions, if he was not mistaken, what an amazing 80's classic. He slid down the wall behind him, knowing well that that porch was dirtier than his dog after a run in the park. Aww, poor cuddly thing is completely alone, I already miss him En smiled to himself, Cosmo was a birthday gift from his dear brother, Taneleer.
"No Nat, I do not wish to talk about it. It was but a bad dream, I assure you." A dark, almost melodic, velvety male voice echoed from afar. It belonged to a rather tall, dark silhouette that the designer could not see under the light of those cheap wall lamps.
"Hey, if you're not ready, I am not going to push you. But you know you have to at least talk to your therapist." It was followed by a female voice, dark as well, slightly raspy, in a satisfying way.
"I will, I promise. Now let go of my balls sweetheart, I need to be alone for a bit."
"If you say so."
En Dwi felt a little guilty for eavesdropping, even if accidentally. Unsurprisingly he got caught, as that tall stranger turned his head in the designer's direction, the silverfox kept looking at him with an apologetic expression on his face. The stranger did not blame him, even walked into the light and gave En a short nod as he too slid down that same wall. They sat there in silence,12 feet apart, as if they didn't acknowledge each other's presence. Though, it was immensely far away from the truth.
Golly, what a pretty thing! It hit En Dwi like a high-speed train once that boy revealed himself. He couldn't help it, he was stealing glances at the younger male almost shamelessly. Absolutely stunning En thought in his head, marveling at him with no fright of being caught once again.
A pale, porcelain complexion, it looked so milky and smooth even under shitty lighting. Curly, bouncy locks, swooped back behind those perfectly proportional ears, hair so long it cascaded down those wide, elegant shoulders. That mane was a shade so dark En couldn't even describe it....charcoal? Ebony? Raven? Doesn't even have a brown or dark blue hue to those strands.
Then there was his handsome face, he had a bone structure like no other. Those high, hollowing cheekbones were insane, gave him an unique, editorial look. Not that En was not used to things like that, with designing clothes for near perfect and unique models, you get used to beauty. But him, he has a uh.. a rugged vibe about him. Then this long roman nose that made the stranger seem more intelligent than most, which was balancing out a quite large forehead that brilliantly suited him, whereas on other people it would look slightly disturbing. Under it, were delicate, freckly, alluringly greyish nude lips. Shaped like a permanent tiny pout, glancing under the starlight when he licked them.
Those big and ungroomed, dark brows suited him well too, which were accompanied by a set of marvelously long, thick, equally dark eyelashes. He looked like a gorgeous, dead porcelain doll. And those eyes, those damn eyes En thought in his head, taking a little bit longer to carefully study them. Mostly blue. Ocean blue orbs, with a chameleon-like ability to change their color depending on everything around him, environment, clothing.
The cherry on top was that he was not lacking a sense for fashion either. Dressed in a worn out, designer, jet-black leather jacket with a snow white tank top underneath, the tycoon knew he liked him for a reason. It was from one of his oldest collections in the 70s, almost every musician and rebel wore them back then. Black skinny jeans were hanging dangerously, deliciously low on those narrow hips, hugging those toned legs like a rubber glove. Not to mention that this beautiful stranger was impressively fit. Not bulky like a bodybuilder, not skinny like your average male runway model. More athletic, like an Olympic swimmer, like a Greek God.
En Dwi Gast was blinded by this boy's ravishing looks, Uh hah, yeah, he could be a good distraction.
"Alright boys, I already paired everybody up. Erik and Bucky take number 11, go to your room, unpack, change and later we meet up in Loki's room. It's number 13, right?" The red-headed woman asked their lead vocalist, too worn out to double-check it herself, she was looking tiredly at Loki, waiting for an answer. Her eyes were slightly glossy, tears of exhaustion staining her brown lashes from reading directions to their driver for multiple, excruciatingly long hours. Loki himself was equally tired, so was their whole team. It has been a rather long ride and they had to get the much needed and deserved rest.
"Indeed." He nodded, sloppily fiddling, flipping the keys between his long fingers. Alas, he knew very well they were not going to rest until a few more hours. There is a reason to their alliance, what an odd mix of people they are. All bonded by their 'outcast' lifestyle and demons that haunted them, rarely letting them close their eyes at night.
A prince from an European island with quite the collection of mental illnesses and a big gaping hole in his soul, yours truly, Loki Odinson. Then a Russian, professional guitarist who was never taken seriously no matter where she went, treated like garbage by most for being different, Natalia Romanova.
Also a blind dude who so tragically lost his father and his vision at a remarkably young age, bassist Matthew Murdock. Not to mention your average American junkie, who not so averagely was blessed with a gift of playing the piano like a God, James Buchanan Barnes. And last but not least Erik Stevens, or known as N'Jadaka in his homeland. He is their drummer who takes his anger and abandonment issues out on those drums instead of people. Every single member has a dark past, only a heavy dose of cannabis, plus some good music, will help them relax.