Feeling a little vulnerable...
Characters: Geranium (gundrifter) and Lucy (xsmithereensx)
Date/Time: October 19th, afternoon
Location: Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for almost nekked
Summary: Lucy rescues Geranium!
Geranium had himself tucked half-beneath a big parasol while he wrote in his journal and waited for Lucy, which he'd stood on its side in the stand so that he could sit behind it and at least be partially concealed. The sun was bright and warm but not scorchingly hot like the two suns had been in that desert, and the waves of water curling over the shore looked quite pretty, but he was too uncomfortable to enjoy the sight. It was bad enough to be naked. It was worse that anyone else he'd seen had had convenient yellow bars covering the more...private areas. The worst thing of all, though, was how terrible the scars covering his body were, exposed for all to see. He hoped they wouldn't scare Lucy, though he wouldn't blame her if they did. He didn't even like looking at them himself--he often changed clothes in the dark to avoid it.
Geranium sighed and closed his journal. There was nothing for it--he'd simply have to wait for Lucy to find him, get out of here, and get into some clothes as soon as he could.
Date/Time: October 19th, afternoon
Location: Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for almost nekked
Summary: Lucy rescues Geranium!
Geranium had himself tucked half-beneath a big parasol while he wrote in his journal and waited for Lucy, which he'd stood on its side in the stand so that he could sit behind it and at least be partially concealed. The sun was bright and warm but not scorchingly hot like the two suns had been in that desert, and the waves of water curling over the shore looked quite pretty, but he was too uncomfortable to enjoy the sight. It was bad enough to be naked. It was worse that anyone else he'd seen had had convenient yellow bars covering the more...private areas. The worst thing of all, though, was how terrible the scars covering his body were, exposed for all to see. He hoped they wouldn't scare Lucy, though he wouldn't blame her if they did. He didn't even like looking at them himself--he often changed clothes in the dark to avoid it.
Geranium sighed and closed his journal. There was nothing for it--he'd simply have to wait for Lucy to find him, get out of here, and get into some clothes as soon as he could.