William patiently stood in the crowd of orphans, waiting for the airship's doors to open.
They had landed, and would remain in a hotel for a few days until the captain of the airship would be judged, jailed and replaced.
Yes, he was the one to have done it. The faceless, nameless man that would never leave the helm room.
The orphans didn't know the reason he was being imprisoned, but from the chaotic murmurs all around William, he heard guesses related to the captain's passion for alcohol, and had no intention of contradicting them. He'd take Veronique's secret to the grave.
Once outside, Will gazed curiously the man's way, nose scrunched up in hatred. The man's appearance satisfied no one's curiosity, seeing as the hood of his ragged vest was pulled over his face for confidentiality and authorities were leading him away through the crowd of curious citizens that had gathered.
When the tall, scrawny man went out of sight, William gazed away, the flashes of cameras aimed at the pervert blinding even him.
The brunet sighed upon landing his eyes on Oliver, who was deeply chatting with his friend, Adam.
Back at the dance ball some days ago, he had ignored the blond purposefully, but at one point teased him with a dance -a rather indecent one-, then continued avoiding him, in what were the usual steps of the 'game' he'd play with the ones trying to approach him romantically. Ignore-tease-ignore-tease, until they gave up.
He would have never thought Oliver would, too, give up... Much less ignore him in turn. The blond was seriously peeved.
It's been three days, William would have never thought his teasing would have such an impact on the man. He truly missed his friend... Especially now, considering how much he needed someone to distract him from the previous happenings. Oliver had always been there, never questioning the matter but jumping head first to cheering anyone up.
And so, the brunet decided he would put an end to this ridiculous game. He wanted Oliver, unlike his other play toys, and so he would go for it. Head first.
After a short walk, the row of orphans reached the hotel they would say in, Moyra.
The marble floor was checkered in black and brown, the same model on the four pillars and the floor vases. The plants around the place were mauve and red, as well as the pillows scattered on beige couches. The reception desk was caramel, with a black counter top.
However, William had no plans on admiring the view, instead making his way through the crowd determined to reach a certain blond. He would ask to share room with him, so that the following days they'd bond up again.
When he reached near him, Will parted his lips in an 'O' shape, about to voice his name, but someone got ahead of him.
"Oliver Thespanian and Adam Hamwell, then?" the receptionist spoke, leaning to write their names down after the men nodded.
Then he straightened up to hand them the keys, with a rustle that echoed far too loudly in William's ears.
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"You can go, I know you like the land." Veronique murmured, shifting around in Matthews's arms to face him.
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Variegated (boyxboy)
Teen Fiction{{completed}} Variegated is just the word to describe Matthews and his friends' situation in the Airship Orphanage. From the bright, warm colors of the rainbow all the way to the darkest shades of black alternate their lives.
