Thread: Just a Pretty Face ::: {Ariamella & November Bleeds}

Two years had passed since the last time he'd spoken a word to her. The one girl in his life he thought it could last with. A girl he'd gotten down on one knee and proposed to. Told her how much he'd loved her and how badly he wanted to be with her. But in the end, it never worked out. Regardless of her acceptance to his proposal and his confessions the two were meant to drift apart. They were not meant to stand side by side in this life together and push forward. It was unfortunate but all too true. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, no matter what lengths he'd gone to he never got her back. She turned a blind eye to him. A mistake he had made causing a disruption in his somewhat perfect life at the time. But really, it was all his fault. It was no wonder his life was going in a downwards spiral, a horrible spiral that was ready to crash into the ground at any given time. Love had truly been a difficult and painful emotion and it caused him the most heartache he'd ever found possible in his lifetime. AJ Synder had been a novelist since a rather young age. Something he kept hidden and under the radar. At first, it started off as just a hobby, something he found himself writing every now and again that he didn't think had physical potential. Perhaps it was his ex's fault that he'd actually gotten some attention and his novel and writing ability had been recognized. Receiving what seemed to be a rather fantastic editor who put up with a lot of his stubborn movements. Who told her what he wanted and how he wanted the novel to be. The two of them played tug-of-war more often than not with decisions. What the company wanted versus what he wanted. It was a very difficult bounce back. But truthfully he had been in the spotlight because of someone else. Not that AJ had been well known or globally famous. No instead he went by his real name in hopes others would not catch on. The name Aiden, which was his biological name had branded him faceless within the community. It was nice to know there weren't pictures of him or descriptions flying all over the internet. Not doubting that there would be an image or two on Google of him but so help him, he hoped not. Avoiding all possible contact with interviews unless they promised he'd be faceless. But again, his book was not universally known but had steady sales even if it had been two years since the release, just as it had been the last time he'd seen her . The beach was normally somewhere AJ would not often find himself, but today was a day where walking would help his mind all the more and the fresh air would keep his brain motivated and all his ideas moving. Having been a natural blonde, AJ had never kept his hair that colour. Instead, he found interest in dying it a rather deep red, not dark by any means, but also not neon. It was a gentle red that used to work a little bit too well with his look. His bangs coming down to roughly his eyebrows and sometimes below depending on how he styled his hair, the sides were rather long but he'd cut them as of recent and his hair got shorter as it got to the back, a little shaggy but he was never exactly tidy with his look. Two piercings that trapped his lower lip of real silver. Rectangular shaped glasses that sat gently on his face kept him from using his contacts which were irritating his eyes these days. Black seemed to be his favourite colour, defining him to a T. A maroon shirt that hugged his body and a baggy black sweater over top, lined with a warm fabric that would have been more plausible to wear during the winter, not so much the summer and yet he had zipped it up. Black cargo pants with a set of fairly decent boots he wore on his feet to imitate a style he'd long forgotten about in his past, a style he never dressed as any longer. On a day like today, he'd seem much out of place, not only with his style and obvious sticking-out nature but with his heavy clothes. Although AJ stood at about six feet tall he was not as intimidating as he seemed. Although people may have thought he seemed like some brute asshole who may have taken them down, it was the complete opposite. His voice was usually fairly quiet and talking was rather rare for him to do, at least in bundles. AJ had never determined himself as a social person, having social anxiety was a possibility but he had never officially gotten checked to know for certain. All he knew was that he'd rather others ramble on for hours while he stayed quiet and listened, it was just in his nature. With his hands in his heavy hoodie he'd take look around for some inspiration. The beach wouldn't be too promising, it was usually only around for rather sad memories he knew he didn't want to remember. But how could he not think about his past when it revolved around coming to areas such as these? How did he even think about coming here and having the inspiration to write? Impossible. But as he took his precious time walking down the pathway next to the sand behind a group of immature assholes that he could hear all too well. His headphones rung around his neck, not wanting or needing to listen to his mp3 player which took place in his hooded pocket, gently tapping against his hand as he walked behind them. It was rather annoying to hear their constant babbling and he wasn't able to pass them without walking in the sand so he kept behind them for now, trying to find a place to sit. It wasn't until their few comments to a girl nearby that had him grow curious as to who they were talking about. His eyes leering over towards the girl as he'd find his footing slow down as she looked at the men who were cat-calling. Annoying ... A gentle sigh and he'd take step onto the sand, walking over to the girl who was more than obviously bothered by what the men had said. There was a point where he probably could have yelled at them and told them off, but he didn't. Deciding that a three verse one was not the way to go and he had been in that situation...more than enough times and with the horrible scars to prove it. Shivering at the reminder he'd take a breath before taking seat a couple of feat from the girl in the sand, pulling out a small notepad with pen from his hooded pocket. Turning his head to look at her he'd give a gentle nod, but he wasn't just going to stay silent, especially not that he was invading her space. Honestly he felt bad for the guys who were treating her so horribly. What the hell was wrong with them anyway? Hey, A simple comment was due. Don't mind them, some people are just ignorant assholes. Upon first appearance she seemed like a normal girl to him. He didn't see why some people had to be rude. Perhaps that was just the feminist side of him. All people were equal and letting them wear whatever they wanted to wear was fine by him. But maybe that also had an impact from his ex-girlfriend who had been a rather infamous model. Looking around he couldn't help but notice there hadn't been another towel next to her anyway. Coming to the beach alone? I don't know if that's such a good idea..