@Skylark
“You know, I’ve never really liked love songs,” Damien said suddenly, turning to Eric.
“You know, I’ve never really liked love songs,” Damien said suddenly, turning to Eric.
"Yeah, me neither." He said, leaning against the bar. "They're always so… cheesy."
“Ha, yeah that’s a good word for it,” Damien laughed. “They never feel real to me, so I never write them.”
"Yeah. Breakup songs, though… nice." He said, smiling slightly. And a little more relatable…
“Oh yeah,” Damien agreed. “Easier to vent that shit.” I’ve been broken up with enough to write an album, but never loved enough to try
"Besides, I've always preferred anger." He hummed softly. "That's why I chose 'Ira'."
“Fitting,” Damien nodded, grinning slightly. “I chose ‘Faust’ because I’m never satisfied, like the old story.”
"What story?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Ah it’s this old German story about a doctor named Faust who made a deal with the Devil. I read it in one of my last foster homes and liked the name.”
"What, like a mad scientist?" He glanced back at the stage. The band changed songs, but he couldn't tell what this one was about. The lead singer was slurring and he hadn't been paying attention.
“In a way,” Damien shrugged. “He wanted more knowledge, power, and pleasure than the this world could give him, so he took more.”
"Oh. Like a slightly more insane version of that Robert Johnson legend." He said, nodding slightly.
“Yeah, pretty much. Fifteen-year-old me liked the story, so when I was legal I took the name.”
"That's fair." He hummed, putting his empty bottle down.
Damien propped his chin up on his fist, looking at Eric and smiling slightly. Gah, him and his stupid face
Eric glanced over at him, smiling. Stop being cute, please. My heart can't take it.
“Do you think you’d ever write a love song?” Damien asked. “If you found the right inspiration?”
"Maybe." He admitted, shrugging. I think I did… "Would probably end up sounding pissed about it, though."
Damien laughed, eyes crinkling up. “I bet you would.” Why do I want you to write a song for me?
Eric bit his lip, looking away as he blushed darkly. Whydoeshehavetobecute-
God, he looks so good. What do you have to lose? It’s not like you’ve never flirted before
“You look cute when you blush,” Damien said, trying to sound casual, but his own cheeks flushed.
Eric blinked, a little flustered. "Th-thanks…?" He mumbled. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
ABORT ABORT ABORT
“You look cute most of the time anyways.”
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU
"I… do?" He asked, not used to compliments.
Damien rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling shy. “I mean… yeah.”
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