Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 0:03:05 GMT
The simple fact was that he didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. He didn't care about anything as of recent. Not about Bo and his new girlfriend, not about his District and how it was doing, and honestly, not at all about what Roxy was doing in the Capitol. Now he wasn't saying he didn't love them, because he did. God, did he. Caden adored his brother, and he even managed to become friends with Rowena. Over time, he learned to respect his home land, and he was still definitely head over heels for his blonde lover, but he just didn't bother worrying about them anymore. They all were going about their own business, so he did too. In fact, he relished in the time he had alone. No pesky twin with an equally watchful lady breathing down his neck while he twiddled his thumbs and avoided sipping on his glass of liquor as he waited for a call from Roxy. No awkward glances from citizens when he'd pass by, a smile crossing over their lips at the fact he wasn't totally wasted and didn't growl at them. No persistent girlfriend lurking at his hip, dragging him onto the mattress every time they were around they were around each other. Now he wasn't complaining, he wouldn't dare put down sex, but it was pleasant to be able to just be free. He finally could be himself- whoever that was, because quite really didn't know.
Once upon a time, he was the bad twin. Ravaging any woman how had a decent body and raising havoc in the family home. He tore up the District, sipped the bars dry, and then ventured the streets while screaming various lyrics at the top of his lungs. That all changed when his 'good' brother threw a pretty blonde to the curb. For a bit, he was worse, his bad energy fed off of hers and they became a tangle of limbs doused in vodka. His body was constantly pressed against hers, lips glued to hers, and fingers always teasing any inch of flesh of hers he could reach. In those rare moments where he didn't have her at his side, the man could be found spitting hot words at his brother and cursing the District and everyone within it's barbed wire gates. He had turned dark, a fire in his eyes only being fueled by the gasoline the woman drenched him in. Then there was a little mishap, a bump in the road. His lips pressed against another girl's, and oops- would you look at that? There was another man lodged inside of his girlfriend. He knew why she did it, but there was a major difference between pecking his brother's girl to get back at him and full blown riding a gay man straight out of the relationship. During the break, he twisted, first falling deeper into the abyss she so eagerly led him down, but eventually he realized that there was more to life than that. With a little help, he rose- getting a grip on life and eventually forgiving the girl who'd hurt him so. There were moments, undoubtedly, where things were rocky, but after Bo lost Deja during child birth began to cherish each other a little more. When they said forever, they hadn't known before how long that exactly was, and watching a man they both were close to crumble, they knew they needed to make the most of the time they had.
So one could see why he'd be a tad bit flustered that he only got to see the woman he was in love with every few weeks or so.
Despite that being said, Caden had been rather pleasant to be around since everything broke down. Slowly, but surely, he picked up all the shattered pieces of his life and came out something better. Something stronger. Something he hoped was himself. Positivity patched the hole his former self had torn in him. Smirks shifted into hopeful grins. His words curled with joy rather than spite. It was fairly difficult to tell the difference between the twins- but nothing could stay good forever. Not with his past. Inevitably, there were times where he'd catch himself in a fit of rage, but things like that would never fade, only masked.
After all, there could only be one good guy in his story, and Bo had that role since the second he popped out.
Tonight was one of those nights were he was free. Nobody watching over him or pressing him into unwanted conversations- no. It was just Caden, the dwindling evening streets, and the moon peeking over the horizon. A grin was held against his lips, eyes lit up in a way once foreign to him, and a lot of people asked why he changed- but that's the thing. He didn't change, he just found a reason to be happy.
Speaking of, a spout of blonde hair caught his eye, and his face instantly lit up ten times brighter. Looping around the figure bent over, struggling to grasp an array of luggage, he let a gentle smirk morph his smile, his face just so calm. There was no way this was Caden, he was just too laid back, but it was. Glancing at the female, he studied her to make sure that it was in fact the woman he'd hoped and he wasn't let down. Halting just in front of her, he let out a gentle purr, his once harsh tones now a soothing, loving lullaby, "Need a hand, babe?"
Once upon a time, he was the bad twin. Ravaging any woman how had a decent body and raising havoc in the family home. He tore up the District, sipped the bars dry, and then ventured the streets while screaming various lyrics at the top of his lungs. That all changed when his 'good' brother threw a pretty blonde to the curb. For a bit, he was worse, his bad energy fed off of hers and they became a tangle of limbs doused in vodka. His body was constantly pressed against hers, lips glued to hers, and fingers always teasing any inch of flesh of hers he could reach. In those rare moments where he didn't have her at his side, the man could be found spitting hot words at his brother and cursing the District and everyone within it's barbed wire gates. He had turned dark, a fire in his eyes only being fueled by the gasoline the woman drenched him in. Then there was a little mishap, a bump in the road. His lips pressed against another girl's, and oops- would you look at that? There was another man lodged inside of his girlfriend. He knew why she did it, but there was a major difference between pecking his brother's girl to get back at him and full blown riding a gay man straight out of the relationship. During the break, he twisted, first falling deeper into the abyss she so eagerly led him down, but eventually he realized that there was more to life than that. With a little help, he rose- getting a grip on life and eventually forgiving the girl who'd hurt him so. There were moments, undoubtedly, where things were rocky, but after Bo lost Deja during child birth began to cherish each other a little more. When they said forever, they hadn't known before how long that exactly was, and watching a man they both were close to crumble, they knew they needed to make the most of the time they had.
So one could see why he'd be a tad bit flustered that he only got to see the woman he was in love with every few weeks or so.
Despite that being said, Caden had been rather pleasant to be around since everything broke down. Slowly, but surely, he picked up all the shattered pieces of his life and came out something better. Something stronger. Something he hoped was himself. Positivity patched the hole his former self had torn in him. Smirks shifted into hopeful grins. His words curled with joy rather than spite. It was fairly difficult to tell the difference between the twins- but nothing could stay good forever. Not with his past. Inevitably, there were times where he'd catch himself in a fit of rage, but things like that would never fade, only masked.
After all, there could only be one good guy in his story, and Bo had that role since the second he popped out.
Tonight was one of those nights were he was free. Nobody watching over him or pressing him into unwanted conversations- no. It was just Caden, the dwindling evening streets, and the moon peeking over the horizon. A grin was held against his lips, eyes lit up in a way once foreign to him, and a lot of people asked why he changed- but that's the thing. He didn't change, he just found a reason to be happy.
Speaking of, a spout of blonde hair caught his eye, and his face instantly lit up ten times brighter. Looping around the figure bent over, struggling to grasp an array of luggage, he let a gentle smirk morph his smile, his face just so calm. There was no way this was Caden, he was just too laid back, but it was. Glancing at the female, he studied her to make sure that it was in fact the woman he'd hoped and he wasn't let down. Halting just in front of her, he let out a gentle purr, his once harsh tones now a soothing, loving lullaby, "Need a hand, babe?"