#annnd u are inspiring me to draw my own icons so i might switch to those whenever i have time to make them lol

[paramounticebound]

|| plotted starter for @dethqveen​!

Precisely what it was that had compelled him remained a mystery, unsolvable in his own mind; any array of typical reason fell short of his being. He’d acknowledged that what he did know was something ancient, an instinct sewn into DNA, a primal devoir at the atomic level. Evolution was like that, select neurons firing in his brain, leading him here. Leading him to Club Oz in the late evening, only pausing at the entrance long enough confirm his destination.

And perhaps, searching-- wandering-- endlessly in Oslo, made him lonely.

He ignored the thought. He ignored it and ignored it long after he’d found a seat near the stage, watching the dancers. Only one in particular caught his attention-- Khan didn’t pretend the draw was anything less than the archaic yearning that had brough him here in the first place. Tattoos, piercings, and scars acted as a beacon: that they might offer interesting conversation if nothing else. For once, he found himself uncertain. 

     “Hallo,” he knew his accent and slight butchering of the language indicated his esotericism better than anything else could, “Er du tilgjengelig for en privat dans?"