Intermezzo in A Minor || open

[KRISTMAR FELIX ÁRMANNSSON]

[atrb=style, background: #272626; border-right: #272626 12px solid; border-left: #272626 12px solid; border-radius: 10px; ][atrb=border, 0, true] throwing a line out to sea For a seventeen year old who had the tendency to be a bit of a loner... there wasn't much to do in Pastora. And that was just how Kristmar - who would rather be named Felix - liked it. Back in his boarding school, the blond's schedule was crammed with different classes to attend, clubs to go to, projects to volunteer for, friends to hang out with (or not) and all the little bits in between all that. It wasn't until arriving to this sleepy village and waking to a pleasantly inviting shard of sunlight through his curtains did Felix realize just how close he had been to being overloaded back there. As if he'd been slowly wound up like a coiled spring that would either bounce back or be bent out of shape. He placed his money on the latter; he wasn't the gutsy type, more so the type that crumbled when overwhelmed and under pressure. Sad and pathetic, yes. But that was just how he was, how year after year of pestering and bullying had affected him. Although Felix had been up for a couple of hours already, it was still morning as he trundled almost aimlessly down the alley with no fixed destination; wooed one way or the other by an enticing aroma or promising shop sign. Being this a farming village, Felix found that quite a few people were up already when he'd hit the street. Thankfully they were all busy going about their morning routines and not a single one had seemed compelled in the slightest to talk to a wandering boy. The teen had dressed himself in simple clothing; not wanting to draw more attention than necessary to himself, aiming to just blend in rather than stand out. He wore a deep green v-neck with a plaid shirt through haphazardly over it, untucked and hanging over some black skinnies that made his legs seem maybe a bit too skinny. It was refreshing to not be forced to wear uniform for once yet wearing normal clothes was something that was going to take some getting used to. It felt as weird as it did liberating. He just hoped... that no one was whispering about his choice of clothes behind his back. Did it seem too 'city-like'. Maybe he'd overdone it... maybe he should've just left the long-sleeved shirt at home... maybe he should button it up... maybe he should just take it off... or maybe he should just go home and change into something else? Felix stood in front of a large shop window, scrutinizing his reflection in the glass while trying not to make it obvious. He didn't need people to think he was being vain or something and was checking himself out in the window. Then again... not many teenagers seemed like they'd honestly be interested in... girl's clothing? Fudge. The window belonged to a women's clothing store. So he was either vain or dressed in girl's things? Oh gosh. Felix didn't know what was worse. Maybe if he just... moved along. As if nothing had happened. No one would notice. Feeling his cheeks warm up and begin to glow suspiciously, Felix turned away with as much subtle haste as he could muster. to see if i can catch a dream tagged: open! notes: mr. awkward 8U words: 0540! outfit: click!