Battle Scars // Open

Kieran had been grieving, it having been the anniversary of his lover’s death. How long had it been? He didn’t know, it still felt as if it were yesterday. Sitting in the courtyard and trying to take in the semi-fresh air of New York’s breeze, he tried to calm himself down without growling at the nearest person. He dealt with too much over the years, his mind feeling as if he were snapping. But, right now, he found some solace in the peace that was some kind of nature. That’s when he heard footsteps, letting him know that someone was approaching. He didn’t say anything, only letting his eyes fluttering open and giving a slight nod in greeting.

Wake Me Up // Open

It was a long way from his room and he had completely zoned out when he was walking. How long had he been like that? An hour? Two, maybe? He had no fucking clue but he was sure as shit not going to let people have the upperhand while he wandered mindlessly. Shaking his head and moving to the garden, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit one once it had been placed between his lips. He wondered what had changed, hopefully nothing too major.

Sitting in McGuire’s, Kieran sipped slowly on a pint of their darkest lager. It had been his favorite since coming to America. Licking his lips a bit, he adjusted in his seat before turning around to see the rest of the pub. Though, as his onyx hues caught the sight of a jukebox, the faintest of smirks appeared on his rather blank expression. Walking over, he took the lager with him before he began to search through the songs.

Grease On The Mind // Open

I got chills, they’re multiplying
And I’m losing control
‘Cause the power, you’re supplying
It’s electrifying!

You better shape up, 'cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand
To my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

You’re the one that I want
You are the one I want
Oo,Oo,Oo honey

You’re the one that I want

You are the one I want
Oo, Oo, Oo honey

You’re the one that I want
You are the one I want
Oo, Oo, Oo, the one that I need
Oh yes indeed…

Killing Me Softly... // Open

((Kieran sat there against the back wall of his cell, making sure he kept himself away from everyone. He needed his space and he would put up a fight with anyone who touched him. His obedience was non-existent at this moment. Like Hell he’d let anyone but Bernard touch him. Instead, he sang out over the new cell he was thrown into.))

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song…