Boots were kicked as the guy went on his phone. Texting someone maybe?" I don't own the place, I manage it. I might be rich but I think hard work should be rewarded! So I work hard to get all this under my belt. If you're thinknng I have plastic surgery, I don't. I work hard." Blake explained cheerfully, though if you looked ever so closely, there wa ssmall smirk. Denial of anything? Cuuuuute. As the music played ever so strangely, he listened to it with mild interest. "Isn't that Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder? Ah~ That was a nice song to sing." Blake remembered as his voice was filled with slight nostalgia. The piano slowly filled the empty room. It sounded like it would bounce off the walls and into his brain. Let the music entrance him ever so slightly, let it disappear off the path and take with him it. "Haha.. You're a strange one." He breathed almost inaudibly. "If I buy something for someone, I feel good, knowing I made someone happy. If I buy something knowing it will help me, I feel satisfied. It might not count but the feeling that accompanies it does. It makes me human." He explained in a wistful manner. It wasn't nice to feel inhuman. He knew that off by heart.
Turning back, he saw it. He really saw it. He sure it wasn't his imagination, not all. It fluttered, leaving a trail of purple as fluttered in the room. "So, I did see it. Wow, it's almost quite funny." The gazillionare spoke out, with disbelief strung between his words. He was captivated by the beauty of it, it's violet glow, it flutter of it's beautiful wings. It would fly around the room ever so slightly. He could hear in the background, a voice. A feminine one, he didn't see any girls outside so who was it. "There was a purple butterfly, on your right shoulder. Even though we kissed, I knew my heart would grow colder. Then why is the only memory left is this heartbreaking pain? Echoing pianos make me go insane." These lyrics... They were his weren't they? He heared all ring in his mind, the pianos rebounded as his head spun around. He wasn't drunk he knew that. His blue eyes were mixed with the shining violet. The pretty insect floated ever so slightly, slowly, onto Deamion's shoulder. His right one at that.
Was he possesed? Why was he moving forward slowly, towards Deamion? The purple butterfly beckoned him. He couldn't control himself, he just couldn't. Why? What on earth was going on? He didn't even realise that his face only was a breath away from Deamion. "I-I'm sorry...." He could only breathe out those two words weakly. He closed the gap and he placed a hand on the male's cheek, cupping it softly. His lips were on his, he didn't know why. He didn't know what was the warmth he felt was. He didn't know kissing a total stranger could send him into hell He didn't know this moment was the one which sent him into an unparalleled nightmare. All he knew, it was him, Deamion, the purple butterfly and the faint taste of strawberries.