dreams . open .

[alessio montague]

The quad wasn't particularly a place you would normally find a devastatingly handsome young buck like Alessio, but nonetheless he was there, his all-black ensemble adding to the slightly sunny atmosphere that seemed to always surround him, slender frame leaning against one of the support columns. It was beautifully inscribed, with different designs and swirls all over the place, and yet he found himself amused only by the expression on the female's faces as he looked around, only vaguely disconcerted at the way he stood out amongst the crowd. Ordinarily he was a loner, he spent his time cooped up inside the room and hardly ever left, the computer beneath his delicate hands easily manipulated to suit him and show the outside world a hint of humanity beneath his usually pompous facade, but at the moment his usual attitude had dissipated and boredom had set in, the kind of boredom that refuses to go away no matter what you do and basically consumes your brain until you're halfway dead. He couldn't smile, didn't feel like it, and lighting a cigarette seemed like the only function that was going through his corrupted mind as he brought it to full, rosy lips. He was feminine, a pretty boy, but muscled enough to protect himself and stave off the bullying that that haunted him in private school as a child. Rarely did an occasion arise where he felt comfortable divulging that his first years in education were hardly what one would call enticing. Shoving a hand absently through his hair, the male sighed heavily and leaned his skull against the pole, foot propped up in something like a lazy pose. A butterfly flew by and he didn't make a move to catch it, merely followed it with bored brown eyes, wishing he was somewhere else, somewhere fun.

Fall had set in and that meant a flurry of girls in brand new burberry scarves, draped around elegant necks, a variety of new thigh-high boots from Prada or Gucci or wherever the fuck they decided they wanted to come from. Warm wind was blowing through the school at the moment but usually it held a chill, incomparable to anything he'd ever felt before, frosting his bones over and that was uncomfortable, but he dealt with it anyway. Like the Alhambra, Siren-Bishop was loaded from brim to bottom with beautiful artwork, things he'd never seen in a million years and probably never would see again. There were a variety of courtyards, breath-taking rooms, a water system diverted by the ocean and a pool that even olympians probably couldn't swim laps in. today, of all days, was a day to take a tour around the school and he was willing to let a freshman girl or perhaps someone else do just that. Leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he sat easily on the tiled courtyard ground, Diesel jeans blending quite easily amongst the other expensive clothes that surrounded him. Ordinarily he dressed well, in a suit, as was taught to him by his grandmother and his mother, his father. His entire family was formal, but at the moment he was too lazy to be bothered with something as trivial as clothes and thus had donned jeans and a sweater, buttoned wrong, a pair of sunglasses that hadn't left his face as of recently, and his backpack. That was enough to keep him occupied for the time being. Settling a couple of papers under various pebbles that he'd found from around himself, Alessio pulled a notepad from the depths of the buttery leather and settled it on muscular legs, jeans pulled tight at the knees where he was bending to accommodate his writing status.

Pen followed, engraved with his initials, and he was soon making a to-do list, sloppy and messy as ever.

T O D O :

get outside more often
go back to the candy shop and talk to waitress
shop net-a-porter sale for aaliyah
see if gio is really still at siren-bishop
finish stupid fucking bday present

He paused, pen pressed to his chin, the cool metal helping him decipher thoughts previously unknown, as his lips pulled up in a smile and he tilted his head back, eyes falling to the person standing before him. “Hey,” he greeted. “Sup?”