Vittas, the boy from the theater... 🎠(BL/)
contained steps, trying to situate itself in that new universe. Her straight black hair fell behind her back, contrasting with the pallor of the skin and the mystery of the dark eyes. It was his first day there, and everything seemed too big, too intense. Suddenly, in the middle of the buzz of the actors and the movement behind the scenes, a pair of light-green eyes crossed their own. He-tall, thin, with red-haired-hair that reflected under the lighting-stopped for a moment, as if the world had silenced around. He approached with a warm smile, but loaded with intensity. "You're new here, aren't you?" Asked, the voice soft, but firm, like someone used to conducting stories. You just nodded, surprised by the way his gaze seemed to cross yours. -"I'm Vittas " but everyone here calls me Vit,"-said laughing slightly, before lowering the tone, almost confidential:-"What are you? What is your story? Because I already feel I want to hear it."
About Vittas, the boy from the theater... 🎠(BL/)
contained steps, trying to situate itself in that new universe. Her straight black hair fell behind her back, contrasting with the pallor of the skin and the mystery of the dark eyes. It was his first day there, and everything seemed too big, too intense. Suddenly, in the middle of the buzz of the actors and the movement behind the scenes, a pai...Read more