Prologue: Character Glimpses 3
Dylan & Ether__ Apartment: Scene
Dylan stepped out of the washroom, his loose-fitting white tee rumpled in disarray, paired with black sweatpants that were a bit too loose, perfect for a lazy morning.
He reached for the phone on the side table and silenced the alarm, that had been buzzing for what felt like an eternity.
His gaze drifted towards the bed, and a faint smile tugged at his lips, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and playfulness.
Shaking the thought away, he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a hoodie__ definitely not his, but he like wearing it anyway. He slipped it over his head, and tugged lightly at the hem, before stretching and heading towards the kitchen.
He reached into the fridge to grab a couple of eggs and bread slices, only to slip the slices into the toaster. In the meantime, he placed a frying pan on the burner over medium heat and cracked the eggs into it to let them fry. While the eggs sizzled in the pan, he brewed himself a coffee to go with his meal.
When everything was set, he padded barefoot toward the balcony, savoring the peaceful moment, while taking in the faint scent of mud from last night's rain.
Once he was done with his breakfast, he headed back to the kitchen to drop the dirty dishes in the sink.
He leaned against the kitchen wall, surveying the messy hall__ that was a complete mess from the remnants of last night's gatherings.
Dylan's house was cozy, with walls painted gray and floors made of polished hardwood. The living room was spacious, with a comfortable-looking couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted.
Running hands through his messy hair, he began to tidy up the hall, his eyes scanning the cluttered space. The table was littered with crumpled snack packets, empty glasses, a gaming controller, and books, a testament to the late-night gaming session.
As he cleared the table, he readied his computer for a gaming session, the screen glowing with an otherworldly light. The gaming chair enveloped him in comfort, and he sat in a relaxed manner, his black headphones surrounding his neck like a makeshift accessory. He intentionally muted the volume, And was soon completely engrossed in the game as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse with practiced skill..
Despite his focus on the game, his concentration began to waver, and he absentmindedly rubbed his earlobe, a habitual gesture that betrayed his anxiety.
Meanwhile, Ether had spent the night tossing and turning, the sound of the rain outside making him restless. He couldn't sleep, and when the rain finally subsided, he drifted off into a fitful slumber. However, the peace was short-lived, the phone on the side table began to buzz incessantly. Ether groggily reached out to grab the phone, only to throw it onto the bed with a look of disinterest.
After changing positions multiple times, Ether couldn't get back to sleep. He walked out of the room, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cat waking up from a nap. As he entered the hallway, he spotted Dylan engrossed in his game. "Why is that crazy person calling me?!" Ether exclaimed, his voice laced with aggression, as he slipped into the sofa, curling slightly, placing a pillow over his face.
Dylan didn't look up from the screen, his fingers continuing to fly across the keyboard. "Did she wake you up?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Last night she told me to pick her up from the airport at 6," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact.
"You know how she is."
Ether snorted in response. "As if I care. She should have called you instead of disturbing me."
Dylan gestured towards the phone on the table, his expression unimpressed. "I silenced that thing," he added, referring to the phone.
Just then, the doorbell sounded twice in succession, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Ether's eyes widened as he sat up straight, while Dylan shouted, "Ether, go open the door!" Ether groaned, "It's nothing but my bad luck on the door."
The door burst open, and Alestasia stormed in, pushing Ether aside as she marched towards Dylan. Her eyes blazed with fury as she switched off the computer. "Bloody Glitch, how could you not pick me up? I swear I'm going to kill you," she shouted, her voice echoing through the hallway.
Dylan's face darkened, and he grasped Alestasia's hand, propelling her out of the house in a swift motion. He locked the door behind her, his expression unyielding. As he turned towards the kitchen, he asked Ether, "G man have you got any problem with loud jazz?" Ether, munching on a sandwich, which was prepared by Dylan for him , replied with a shrug, "I don't care."
The sound of Alestasia's furious shouting continued to echo through the hallway.
Inside Dylan calmly turned the volume of jazz much higher, and soon the atmosphere was eerily calm, with only the sound of the sandwich being savored while jazz music "Take The A Train." echoed throughout.