virtue to vice, (o)

crimson hued eyes stared up at the cloudless blue sky, his head resting against the back of the wooden bench. a frown adorned his visage due to the lack of threatening grey clouds, and he wondered when the next thunderstorm would grace new york with its presence. the bright sunlight and gentle breeze meant all the horrible little kids were running around while their parents stood back and chatted with friends. the obvious love between them all sickened the fair haired dancer; however, he loathed the idea of seeing a loveless family even more. signs of abuse stood out amongst all the bright smiling faces though aloïs did not play to do anything. lavi could rescue kids, and he would enjoy his solitary life, pretending he did not wish to have his brothers in his bed with him. a huff of annoyance slipped past his parted lips while his eyes continued to search the sky for some sign of approaching trouble, for he required some disturbance to the disgustingly paradise-like scene around him. in his own mind, he was a lone man, trapped on an island with no sign of rescue from his prison.

the tugging of his jacket dragged him away from his inner musings. ruby colored eyes shifted to stare at the inquisitive child that dare approach him, and his features immediately morphed into a scowl. wide, unblinking eyes stared up at him while the young child tugged experimentally on his jacket. his eye twitched in response to the youngster’s bold actions; however, he prayed that his lack of response would bore the runt. instead of wandering back to his family, the child clambered onto the bench next to the blonde and reached one chubby hand out to grasp a handful of aloïs long, blonde hair. the kid stared at the golden colored locks before tugging harshly against the strands, wanting some for himself. a warning growl escaped the personal trainer as he turned his head to pin his angry, crimson gaze on the young child; however, the brat ignored him and gave another harsh tug to his hair.

one pale hand lifted from the back of the bench to slap the runt’s hand away from his hair, and with his hair now free from the kid’s grasp, aloïs gathered the long, unruly strands at the base of his neck and then pulled the whole mess into a bun with his hair tie. his hands then resumed their previous position, draped across the back of the bench. go the fuck away, he grunted with a final glare at the brat before he shifted to have his face pointing toward the sky, which now boasted of a few fluffy white clouds. they, however, were the wrong color and did not promise a storm. as his body slowly began to relax, a poke to his side caused his eyes to snap open while another growl sliced through the bubble of silence surrounding his chosen perch. did the idiot have no sense of self-preservation? hell, his own siblings proved to be far more intelligent and cute when they were that small.

aloïs caught the moron’s wrist in a punishing grip that brought tears to the brat’s eyes; however, the blonde merely gained a smug smirk on his pale features as he brought his face closer to the child’s. did you not understand the simple fucking order? he drawled while tightening his grasp on the crying brat’s wrist. the strange child instantly burst into tears, tugged his wrist out of the dancer’s noticeably looser grip and ran back to wherever the hell he came from. good riddance, the blonde breathed while leaning back on the bench. how could one kid possibly be that annoying and stupid? i want a cig, he groused to himself while letting his gaze return to the sky above him. … or a storm. even as he uttered his last comment, he resolutely ignored the new presence, sitting innocently next to him on the bench.