Insane - Post Malone
“Yeah, we both got a house, but it’s different. Yeah, we both got teeth, but it’s different”
“Our entire childhood was but a playful game to you,” Aurelia remarked to Ilyas, her words tinged with a sense of nostalgia and accusation. Ilyas met her gaze with a wistful yet earnest expression. “Indeed, my dear, for we were but children then,” he replied, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity. “But as time has passed, it is evident that neither of us remains in the realm of childhood.” In the refined and intricate world of society, where the past and present often intermingled, their journey had taken a new and intriguing turn.
Ilyas couldn’t resist injecting a touch of humor into the conversation. “Though it appears that one of us stopped growing at child’s height,” he quipped, a playful glint in his eye. His words were meant to lighten the mood. Finding the line where tension and banter often coexisted.
“The genuine question is: have you ever once acted as if something were not a game?” Aurelia’s question hung in the air, and Ilyas couldn’t help but let out an exasperated groan. It was becoming increasingly clear that she had no recollection and this run-around was testing his patience.
An inner quarrel raged within Ilyas as he contemplated the idea of giving up and staying, of abandoning this confusing and tumultuous encounter with Aurelia. He weighed the pros and cons, knowing that staying would only prolong this enigmatic dance they were engaged in, yet a part of him yearned to unravel it all.
Ilyas couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of unease as he grappled with his own emotions and the unusual situation at hand. He had never been one to spend much time dwelling on his own feelings or attempting to be the “good guy.” Yet, here he was, making an effort to navigate a complex and frustrating situation, only to find his efforts seemingly foiled. He felt like his attempts at understanding and connection were unraveling before his eyes, leaving him with a sense of unease and turmoil.
Ilyas reflected on the rarity of his efforts to please anyone, particularly his father. In his world, where familial expectations held considerable sway, he put forth significant effort to earn his father’s approval. Moments where they turned out to work were few and far between. Had his father ever even smiled to him?
As Ilyas grappled with the complexities of his encounter with Aurelia and Albina, a part of him couldn’t help but yearn for the simplicity of his friendships. His friends were much easier to communicate with, and their camaraderie was built on shared experiences and a mutual understanding. They could enjoy a drink together, poke fun at the other men who were attempting to navigate wooing a woman, with varying degrees of success, and escape the more intricate and vexing aspects of social interaction.
Ilyas found himself on the receiving end of a sudden confrontation, the intrusion breaking the fragile equilibrium of his thoughts. "What the hell do you think you’re doing, Keats?!” the man demanded, his voice laced with hostility. Ilyas sighed inwardly and muttered a few choice words under his breath, unheard by those around him. With a dark smile, he gently pushed the man’s hand away from his chest, his own hand deftly wrapping around the intruder’s wrist and diverting the aggression. Ilyas had his own ways of handling confrontation. Ilyas was not one to engage in physical altercations. In his world, where words often held more power than fists, he had rarely found himself in a fight. Instead, he preferred to use his wit and sharp tongue to outmaneuver his opponents, making them feel foolish or inadequate.
Ilyas, maintaining his composure in the face of the confrontation, addressed the man who had accosted him. “Please do not touch me again, I am not sure where those hands have been, first of all. By the looks of it and the smell of it, they have been holding one too many glasses of champagne.” he retorted calmly, his tone laden with subtle sarcasm.
The man, who Ilyas had identified as Orpheus, had clearly indulged in the festivities a bit too much. The situation was growing increasingly uncomfortable, and Aurelia’s intervention couldn’t have come at a better time but her words were not what he wanted to hear.
“Lord Keats, I believe it might be time for you to take your leave, we shall continue our conversation at a more… suitable time.” Aurelia chimed in, her voice firm and composed. He moved away from Orpheus, leaning on the railing as he cast a glance at Adelien. The presence of another individual, the diamond, added to the intrigue of the situation, leaving Ilyas to wonder just how he found himself in this particular situation.
lyas nodded in agreement, acknowledging the importance of the conversation and the unresolved matters between them. He could sense that there were deeper layers to their interactions and that their paths would inevitably cross again. Ilyas turned his attention back to Orpheus, his gaze steady and unwavering… “If you have a problem with me talking to Aurelia, then perhaps you should reflect on your own issues and address them accordingly.” A soft, almost amused chuckle escaped Ilyas as he observed Orpheus’s reactions. The question lingered in his mind: Why was Orpheus behaving this way? Was there an underlying jealousy at play, and if so, who was the true object of his envy? His eyes looking at the small group others around him out on the balcony.
Ilyas couldn’t help but be drawn into the enigmatic dance of words and emotions that seemed to surround him. “I mean, I’ve heard whispers from a little bird that perhaps someone’s feelings and courtship efforts may have been… disappointingly one-sided.” His words were carefully chosen, adding to the veiled hint of intrigue.
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