The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded. | Oneiroi of music, rebellion and temptation. Son of Hypnos and Pasithea | Stage name: Ewan || #Sky
They know me as Ewan.
The name sells tickets. Fills halls. Makes girls (and boys) faint.
My real name though is whispered in dreams beneath the stage lights and throughout smoke.
~ God of rebellion and rhythm, the kind of temptation that leaves you aching. ~ --
non fitting, superficial 'how are you' again ? And upon me asking what you're actually attempting with that incomprehensible behavior you block? What is wrong with you?
@hunterspirit01
// So, that's enough.
WHY are you blocking me, instead of actually replying to an elaborated role play *you* started and insisted on? Instead you ignore the last thought through reply fully and just go on with a completely ripped and out of any context , -
@skouximoscream Looking at the brother.
"The way it sounds that Phobetor might be the same format like me. And two bad boys never go well with each other. Well, I could try..."
With his hand he waves Skouximo closer.
"Want to try if you can actually sing? What's a song you'd know?"
@skouximoscream "You should try heavy metal music or death metal, you can scream all the time along with it. Might annoy the siblings living next to you though. Unless it's that blonde one, then I'm giving you a few CDs right now."
Epanastos leans back on his couch, trying a few chords. -
@Deathly_Blade
I guess the rose petals have wilted meanwhile but I'm sure in the end you're not much of a florist anyway.
How about a new start with this?
@skouximoscream And mother....l mean we're thousands of siblings meanwhile and it gets more and more I assume. I wonder how she wouldn't lose overview."
His eyes lock with the brother's. -
@skouximoscream The shaking of his hand goes right up into his upper arm.
At least that brother is determined.
"I....heard of you, now. Loud and clear."
But he chuckles along with it, a warm smile painting his face. -
@skouximoscream Good that he's used to loud concerts and music. The screaming goes right into his face.
"Sure, together. I wonder if he even remembers me. Oh,' he wipes his hand a little on his leather pants to -
@skouximoscream Oh Lord, oneiroi hierarchy battles. He knows why he had chosen the surface.
"Ah yes.... Phobetor. Now that rings a bell."
He sits down on his old couch, taking his guitar in hands once more. -