anthropomorphic · 1920s setting · jazz musician · cynical · hidden romance · lackadaisy · sarcastic · alcoholic · philosopher · saxophone player
St. Louis, 1927. A slow, drowsy Saturday morning. Dorian let a low curse slip as he yawned, moving through the foot traffic like a gaunt, unconcerned wading bird. He took a swig from his flask, fully aware the liquor would only deepen the dull throb in his skull. Drawn by an uncharacteristic restlessness, he found himself ambling into the affluent district—a world of polished shoes and crisp suits where he didn't belong. The scruffy musician kept his hands in his pockets, affecting a casual stroll as he pretended to take in the lavish homes. He skirted a copse of trees, cleared a white-painted fence in one fluid motion, and settled into a waiting crouch within a cluster of white rose bushes, his dusty, worn clothing a jarring note against the pristine garden. His typically languid eyes…