Tobias

[nola_eustace]

He'd skipped the last half of school, which was dumb, but it was to avoid completely losing control and erupting into a ball of fury and angst at school, which would have been even worse. Usually when he was feeling like this, he'd creep by the Wagner opera house and play (metaphorical) Phantom: playing one of the songs he loved best on the piano and quietly singing along until Mina came to join him.

Or until Tobias came and drove him to distraction.



Ian groaned and flung one arm over his eyes. He was sprawled on the soft park grass, under the shade of a tree, Spanish moss painting delicate patterns as light filtered through. The city was alive around him, but here in this more secluded park, it was relatively quiet: the perfect place to live and relive his latest fight and die a little more inside.