To sleep, perchance to dream.. Or perhaps to dream while waking
He tapped on the door lightly, waiting for Leela to answer. Standing prim, proper, his hands behind his back as Asher waited.
Taking a clue from Jean-Claude, he wore a silken blouse of royal blue, the bright color bringing a blush to his cheeks and making his glacier eyes seem electric. The silk flowed about him, rich against his golden mane and just brushing the front of his leather trousers. Laced up the front, as well as down the sides of his legs, the openings wider on his unmarked side, hiding the scars he wore every day. Tucked into knee high suede boots, the hide as tight at his thigh as his calf.
Taking a clue from Jean-Claude, he wore a silken blouse of royal blue, the bright color bringing a blush to his cheeks and making his glacier eyes seem electric. The silk flowed about him, rich against his golden mane and just brushing the front of his leather trousers. Laced up the front, as well as down the sides of his legs, the openings wider on his unmarked side, hiding the scars he wore every day. Tucked into knee high suede boots, the hide as tight at his thigh as his calf.