
Cilrux Ankayo
@vexingFighter
Being different is being normal. 28 ; He/They/She Male ; @longformPlaceholder for OOC parameters.
It's been a while, but I'm returning again. I think I'm going to keep up with the photo ops. It's a fun little hobby. [A photo is attached. This one is of a shooting range, taken from the side of the room opposite of the targets. A bow rests on a table in front of the cameraman, and three arrows can be barely seen making a black dot on the target across the way. Each shot was a bullseye.]
I'm exhausted. [A short video is attached; It's of Cilrus with hisback to the camera again. He's shirtless again, and seems to be putting his hair up into its normal short ponytail. The objective, similar to his prior posts, seems to be to show off his physique again. Once his hair is up, he turns around and offers a small smile to the camera, reaching over and ending the video.]
Given the positive response of the last one, and that I am being whisked away unceremoniously, I leave you all with this. [Another image is attached to this post. This one is of Cilrux again, taking a photo via a mirror's reflection. He's properly drenched, presumably fresh out of some kind of bathing routine, given the towel wrapped around his waist that barely peeks into the image frame and the secondary towel hanging around his neck and onto his chest. His hair has been left down and is rather messy, probably just recently towel-dried. It leaves little to the imagination about his upper physique, comparable to the last image he'd posted.]
I am told that "the masses enjoy these kinds of pictures"? Whatever that may mean. [An image is attached. It showcases Cilrux for the most part in the frame, their jacket dropped onto the ground. Their back is to the camera, an arm pulling back the string of a longbow with an arrow notched to it, his back muscles showing most of the work they're doing through the dark and clingy fabric they opted to wear. A few arrows can already be seen shot into a target into the distance, all of them bullseyes, spare one or two.]
Bouncing a ball against the metaphorical wall... I think I may go practice with my bow for a short while.
The upside to these visits, however, is that I get to have my hair played with. It keeps them distracted, so they say. I will be falling asleep at some point if they continue this, however.
Nights like this remind me very much of shattered glass in a window, the way they stick together until more pressure is added, enough that it finally cascades into a bigger mess. #musing would be a fitting tag for this, I suppose.
And here we are, yet again. I think it's going to be another night in. I should find the blankets and start preparing the pillow fort.
Sometimes I wonder about them. The decisions they make are not healthy.

