ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"twenty three"

he held the stare as he walked through the room, wrists bound behind him like he was accused of a felony, mattheo constricting him as he muttered curse words.

his gaze was cold, i'd say it was a silent projection of resentment within his irises if i hadn't seen him lengthily look me up and down, smirking slightly, and leaving the door under mattheo's orders.

was he actually angry?

or did he do this just for attention?

it wouldn't surprise me.

this whole situation premiered in slow motion - in my head at-least. i stood still, almost terrified to move a singular limb or relax a muscle, as the atmosphere in the room had gotten colder, more unpredictable. the previous euphoric, tranquil setting within the small dorm wearing off almost as quickly as it came. 

"okay, what the actual fuck?" saskia sat up almost angrily.

must've ticked her off seeing your precious berkshire being hauled away like a dog captured with a horrendous case of rabies.

she followed lorenzo and mattheo out the door, slamming it behind her. the room now sat in static silence, nobody knew quite how to break the seal of unexpected awkwardness that had settled upon us.

onyx, draco, blaise, and magnora were obviously awakened by the commotion, a chorus of tired groans and yawns signalled that specifically.

"seriously, guys? we were trying to sleep." blaise complained, rubbing his eyes as he slowly reopened them.

"let's go to my dorm, blaise." onyx mumbled, her face muffled in his chest, her voice slurred and laced with whiskey. blaise nodded, and with their own dispense of time managed to get up and lead a rather scatty onyx out of the dorm.

it was now me, xander, draco, theo, and magnora in the room.

i gulped, not sure where to look.

"well, shit." xander muttered, doing all of us a favour by bursting the suffocating layer of silence that had bound the atmosphere between us since the incident a few minutes ago.

theo, a rather composed expression on his face, as he was used to bickering with lorenzo, walked up to me.

"hey, im sorry about that. he blew up for no reason." he apologised profusely, looking down, a confused tone evident in his words he so carefully spoke, "i wasn't expecting that reaction from him."

i stayed quiet for a moment.

"it's okay, neither of us were. i mean, it's lorenzo, he's pretty unpredictable." i began, shrugging it off as if a simple shrug would get rid of all the problems piling up right now, "maybe saskia gave him a hard time and he lost his shit, taking it out on you." i suggested.

"yeah, i guess." he said slowly, "he never usually cares about who i hook up with though, the only time we ever argue is over who smoked up the last of his weed supply."

what was i to expect from those two?

of course they only ever argued about drugs.

"im sure mattheo's out there knocking some sense into him." draco added, his voice raspy from having just awoken from a drunken sleep, his platinum hair splayed across his face as he sniffled.