from all the veins in your neck // wyatt ~

[Wyatt Carter]

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you

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His head was leaning back a little as she kissed his neck and cheek bone, well satisfied with the nod. He took that as a sign of her accept of being his alone and therefore not goodies for any other man than him. He liked that thought. Having Alaska to himself was a thing he couldn't quite feel bad about since she was exactly the kind of girl he could imagine spending more time with that just one single night. His image of this was destroyed by her next comment though. It didn't fit into his perfect world that she was going to tell him what to do. No one got to do that besides himself. He pushed her away and rolled his eyes.
”You sure know how to ruin someone's good mood.” he said, wrinkling his nose at her. In his eyes he was being completely fair by saying no to that point but still demanding her to be faithful to him.

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Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you

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[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

we need to drain this disease
from all the veins in your neck.

Getting pushed away, I understood what that meant. I took a deep breath and just sat cross legged for a few moments to catch the wrinkle in his nose before I just rolled my eyes and leaned back all the way, laying in the grass to stare at the stars. “ So you see, this world doesn't matter to me. I'll give up all I had just to breathe, the same air as you till the day that I die” I said softly, with that, nothing else was left from my lips except that and a dropped feeling of my stomach.

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[Wyatt Carter]

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you

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He watched her and listened to her as she seemed to get slightly more depressed than he had thought. The two of them had always been hanging out and doing couple-ish things on and off. They had never been anything more than a no strings attached kind of thing. The thought of being more seemed intimidating on Wyatt, who never let anyone too close.. And people never got him too close either. He was dangerous company and everyone new it from the first glance on the black hair, the piercings, the tattoos and the confident badass glimpse in his eyes. Never had he let anyone as close as Alaska. And here she was, threatening the whole ''relationship'' they had. He liked it the way things were. They were perfect in his eyes. Still, she was laying down in the grass, saying those words. He knew that he had let her cross that perfect line he had drawn to keep people distanced and now the consequences hit him in the face. Hardly. As much as the though of being with Alaska all the time seemed appealing, he could not let go of the familiar life he had lived for years – the 'I'll party all the time, play my music and do all the women I like' kind of rockstar lifestyle.
”Why are you saying all of this?” he asked, almost demanding, because of the fright that was shot right into his veins. He didn't want to lose Alaska, nor did he want to change his life completely.

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Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you

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[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

we need to drain this disease
from all the veins in your neck.

Raising my eyebrow slightly, I sat up to face him. I took a few moments to think about everything that I could tell him seriously. About all these feelings and the unfairness of his statement that made it seem like I would ruin everything we ever had. I adored Wyatt, however, I also adored the fact that he thought he was so good at being vague and not giving you the answer you seeked right away. So a small smirk planted on my face with his serious question that kind of frightened him. All I did was clear my throat and allowed my eyes to linger on him. “because I can.[/color” And with that, I leaned back again, letting my body fall back to the grass as I stared at the sky, placing that smirk over the slight fear I felt in my stomach.

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[Wyatt Carter]

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you

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He didn't get the girl in front of him. He didn't seem to know how to respond to all of this. He didn't have a clue about whether she really wanted to be his.. Deep breath.. Girlfriend.. and the other way around, or if she was just playing him around like he knew she sometimes would. He was completely and utterly intimidated by the seriousness with which she spoke. Afraid to let this fear show and thereby seeming unsure of himself and weak, he got up on his feet and walked straight away from her. Despite how well they knew each other, he was not going to show weakness in front of anybody – not even Alaska. He walked right toward the bar where he found the strongest alcohol on the table, took the bottle in his hand, and made his way to a table in a far off corner. Here he sat down, smoked a cigarette while shooting dirty looked at anyone who commented on it, and drank till' his heart was content. ”Fuck it..” he mumbled to himself. A young man walked up to him with complaints about the smoke. ”It's none of your fucking business” he started off saying and frowned at the person. When he continued complaining, Wyatt got up on his feet and took a strong swing at him with a balled fist and smacked him to the floor. Instead of stopping like that, he kept on kicking this young man in the stomach and face, until Wyatt was dragged away by a couple of other men. He was dragged all the way outside again, where he was asked to cool down. He mumbled to himself while he slid down the wall to sit against it, with his hands rubbing his face as an attempt to get him out of the sleepy-like state he was in because of the alcohol and the adrenaline.

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[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

we need to drain this disease
from all the veins in your neck.

It was entertaining for me. The fact that he just got up and left. I didn’t stop him, nor did I try to find him. I just kept myself busy with chatter from some other guys while he was gone. I knew it bothered him. The whole idea, so I didn’t push it. I just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid. And almost as if it were on cue, a few guys pulled him outside and left him. I didn’t even tell the guy I was talking to I’d be leaving, but I turned around and up and left. Walking over to Wyatt, I took a seat across from him. “Babe, what happened now?” My Russian accent was dripping from my lips in slight concern. If he was really that far gone, I knew for a fact I was going to take him back to my house. Which wouldn’t have been a bad idea anyway, but at least there I could kind of doctor him. Not like he was sick, but it gave me a chance to show my self worth and everything. To show that I actually was different when we were alone and when he was drunk, probably because I knew he wouldn’t remember it. I was still me, only a little crazier.

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[Wyatt Carter]

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
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Wyatt had expected Alaska to leave this place or get in contact with another guy; and probably dragging him hone with her, and therefore it was a surprise to him when she sat down in front of him and asked what the matter was. Feeling the depression rolling over him as a part of his mental disease, he didn't even look up from the palms of his hands. He held his eyes shut and tried to hide away from everything, being the little depressed child he sometimes turned into. ”Asshole could've minded his fucking own business” he murmured to himself and half to her as a response. He sat for a long time and tried to make the buzz stop and tried to pull himself back up from the darkness he was being pulled right back into. That's the trouble with a manic depressive person like Wyatt. Especially in the degree Wyatt suffered from it: You NEVER know just how they are going to react. In just a short amount of time ago he was being aggressive, another he was being completely manically happy and now, he was feeling completely broken. Alaska had been through all this different states of his mind and it was probably because of that she seemed concerned. She had seen him depressed and lonely and knew how helpless he could be. And he was well on his way to returning to that point. Finally he opened his eyes and locked his gaze on her beautiful face.
”I want to go home.” he spoke in a low and half-defenseless voice and a sad expression in his eyes.

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Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you

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[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

we need to drain this disease
from all the veins in your neck.

I listened to his little mumbles and could smell the drink on his breath. I just nodded before looking around for a few seconds. Then I heard his next few words when he finally looked at me and I could almost feel my heart tensing. It wasn’t very often that I saw Wyatt in this defeated way, and when I did it bothered me and saddened me all the same. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but take him home. Maybe I could convince him to stay with me, or I with him for the night. I hoped that I could. “Alright, love. Anything for you.” I murmured, standing up and extending my arm to help him up. “You wanna come to my place? Or do you want to go home, home?” I asked calmly when he was up on his feet.

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for; Wyatt Carter <333
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[Wyatt Carter]

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
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He shook his head when she offered for her to stay with him through the night and all. He threw her a weak smile without any sort of feelings shown. His eyes on the other hand were dead to look at. Completely In defeat and depression, he took her hand and let her help him up, even though he normally wouldn't accept help from anybody. He was the kind of guy, who'd shoot dirty looks and ignore someone reaching a hand out. ”You don't have to come with me.” he said pretty stubborn as he ran his hands over his body and clothes in order to brush the dirt off. There wasn't much clothes to brush dirt away from – since he had gone in the Mick Jagger style; barely any clothes beside the leather pants and the vest. He shrugged a little then and watched her silently for a few seconds. The gaze was intense and thoughtful and he didn't let anything distract him as he thought things through. ”I want to go home. You can come along if you feel like it. I don't really give a fuck.” he answered, trying to get back to his usual careless 'fuck-the-world'-behavior. It didn't come along too easy though and the strong confident gaze didn't quite show itself in his darkened eyes so it sort of fell to the ground. He placed his hands in his pockets and started walking without even waiting for her. If she wanted to come along, she'd just have to hurry.

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