Time to Pretend [Thane]

It was one of those days for Thane. Incredibly dim and moody. All those thoughts and memories piled up on him and kept falling down, suffocating him. He spent most of the day just walking. Where, he didn't know. He didn't even feel hungry, or any other need. Apart from the need of getting away from his own thoughts.

He vaguely remembered people telling his other self that if he ever feels down, he could talk to them, to put his mind at ease. This Thane had no such luxury. He wouldn't willingly talk to anybody about such a problem, anyway. However, he did develop a certain technique, that he knew could calm him, even if only temporarily.

When Thane finally dared to look up from his ever-moving feet, he found himself surrounded by loud noises and bright colours. The noises came from buildings and people alike. Thane felt like he could say the same about the bright colours. With a light shrug he walked past a particularly bumpy club, of sorts. He assumed that nobody will mind, if he danced on the side of the pathway. He made no eye contact with anybody, just noticed some silhouettes, nothing more.

The gnawing in his head was growing almost painful; he had to get away. He was thankful for his ability of being able to dance even in his full set of armour. Luckily for him, he had enough wits about him before his departure to leave the greatsword behind, just in case anything happened. The dance of choice was quick and simple. It was a dance that Thane's other self learned on his travels in the far east of Hydaelyn. With his choice, he would begin his dance, until his feet would give out.

His motions were fluid, armour clanking here and there. Thane momentarily lost himself in the movements. His mind eased a little bit, but his subconscious suddenly gave him a warning tug. He was being watched. Whether it was good or bad kind of being watched, he couldn't tell. Regardless, it would probably be better if he established that information, so that he could dance in peace.

As the dance ended with swift pose, so did Thane's legs, armour giving a last clank. Almost immediately he noticed the person who observed him. They seemed like a young man, with vibrant hair. Thane was sincerely hoping that they weren't expecting a full conversation, as his mind probably wouldn't be able to process it. The tall Au Ra would take a shaky breath and run a shaking hand through his messy hair. "Can I.. help you?" He would ask in a strained voice, looking at the stranger.