melodrama and music

Piano continued to be Logan's chosen method of venting and coping. Whenever he was feeling misery, inadequacy, anger, anything you one could imagine with, his answer was the piano. Of course, as of late, more brutal and passionate activities had come up for him, but he never failed to go back to his roots. He didn't feel very violent, right then, nor did he feel worthy of lustful pursuits. More like a naive, nervous little boy. His hormones made him too confident, as did his father's teachings, but on his own, it came back to this.

He couldn't really explain his emotions through words. Not in any way besides messy, ugly fashion, and Logan hated that. Music worked. It always worked. There wasn't a single concept or theme Logan couldn't get across through music. While he started off with a few purely sad tunes, he ended up on a love song, letting the skill needed to perform it distract him. Trying not to tear up. Ridiculous teenager. Calm down.

After the kegger, after his self made drama, he'd come here, the empty music club room, as he always did. Alone and quiet aside from the haunting melody, moonlight gently streaming in through the window as the only light source. Ha. How melodramatic. He was always the type for it.

Logan tensed at the knock, turning sharply to look at the door. He knew, of course, that the Academy was still active even at night. The whole island was, with how many nocturnal citizens it had. Ah. The one he'd assumed to be the shitstarter, if he were to be perfectly crude, from earlier. Logan hadn't seen everything that had happened, but he did know that this boy was the only one who'd come out of that whole situation feeling happy. Otherwise, there'd been a truly idiotic man, and a shockingly frazzled Jericho O'Malley. Logan had seen the leader of the host club cry, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do with the memory now. He'd feel horribly awkward, the next time he had to look him in the eye.

He felt like he recognized this person from somewhere else, though he couldn't quite place it. Otherwise, he was breathtakingly beautiful, and Logan had hardly gotten the time to properly appreciate and soak that in when he was trying to play glorified hall monitor. He'd given his attention to the one with the weapon, and those bright green eyes had disappeared, much to both his relief and disappointment. If he'd stayed, of course, he would've likely been cut.

Logan still felt ashamed that-- that social reject had acted smug and condescending to him, and had the nerve to keep pushing it. What a fucking embarrassment. His feathers needed to be smoothed on more than one matter, so it was good that he was here. Did he say he wasn't feeling violent? That was a lie. He would've loved to shut that stupid pathetic Pikachu hoodie Spongebob song playing nerd up with a nice sliced throat, and he'd bet a lot of money watching him gurgle and bleed out on the floor and squirm would've improved his mood. Squirm like he made Logan squirm.

And did he say he wasn't feeling lustful? He turned his gaze from his guest and looked at his hands, absently threading them together in his lap. He didn't feel overly adequate for this kind of thing now, but he could appreciate the eye candy, nonetheless. This one reminded him of milk chocolate, and he thought, perhaps, he might faintly smell lilies. Lovely.

"You're welcome to, I don't mind. However, if I'm not the most engaging conversation partner, I apologize." Logan smiled, tilting his head and looking up from his hands again, as to be polite. "I may be a little distracted. The kegger was much too loud and intrusive on my senses, so I came here to relax and clear my mind."

He pat a spot beside him on the piano's bench. "Sit with me. What's your name? I don't think we've met before. Would it be… rude of me, to ask about earlier? Since it occurred in public, I imagine you can't be too shy about it." He raised an eyebrow. "I have nothing to do with it, so I won't place any judgement on you, but I am curious."

Logan exhaled quietly but deeply when the music started back up. Clumsy around the very, very edges, but hardly enough to be bothersome, and it didn't give the other boy much pause, which he respected. "You play," he repeated, smiling gently. "Consider them forgiven. Thank you for letting me hear you like that. It always brings out a different voice in us, a rather intimate art."

His gaze lingered on exposed, creamy skin before he averted it again. Tempting, within reach, but he shouldn't be so bold without thinking it over properly and testing the waters. He bit at the inside of his cheek, father's voice in his head, laughing at him for not simply taking what he wanted when it was right in front of him. "I'm still adjusting to certain behavior. You understand, yes, of course."

The reserved leaning in comparison Logan slowly took Florentin's hand, taking in that stunner smile, shaking delicately before letting his own hand retreat back to his lap. Soft skin, and overall more fragile than him, he noted with strong interest. Not weak in personality, however, that was clear. He did recognize the last name, and nodded. "Ah. Logan Delacroix. French, as is obvious from my accent, and unicorn, as is obvious from my horn and tail, heritage. I've seen family members of yours at parties I've attended, and I believe my parents are decently familiar with yours. I sympathize quite a bit with your being sheltered. Being able to explore is nice, isn't it?"

Certainly, Florentin remained anything but regretful. Logan raised a single, amused eyebrow, lips quirking. "I played damage control. It would've truly been a shame if you were hurt. Scary, isn't it? Someone breaking open a bottle like that, right in a crowd of people. I think he must have been very drunk, to be so daring, and I'm glad it didn't go any further, else the authorities would've been involved."

He listened intently as Florentin explained it, then gave his own additions. "The idiotic man, yes. He was pretty indeed, but with how easy he was baited and eagerly ruining his chances with his other lover, I can see your point about an emptiness. At least, an emptiness in the head." Logan scoffed. Away from people, in the company of someone he knew came from a high society environment, he didn't take much issue dishing out biting comments like that, and participated in idle chatter of this type normally.

"I suppose you are a bit of a troublemaker, that is undeniable, but I won't turn away from it. I will be cautious, perhaps, but your company is enjoyable. A little trouble is acceptable when paired with proper class and grace. It is rarer at times that I am able to share the finer aspects of life with anyone, much less someone so-- if you'll accept my honesty in return-- entirely stunning."

Logan smiled again, ghosted his fingers over Florentin's, then went back to the piano. "If you have any requests, do let me know."