Semi-Open
*John's life has been very quietly spectacular for the last few weeks. he's had a sense of purpose, between cooking and writing music and the odd sojourn to Australia for entertainment and meds; on top of that, he has a serious boyfriend (and so what if he's a fictional 19th-century Russian? John doesn't judge).
therefore, he is lying out on a lawn chair, his reading glasses on the ground beside him, a book propped open on his stomach, his eyes closed against the sunlight. the lines of his face are gentler, for how truly content he is; indeed, he looks startlingly like James at the moment. he's not quite asleep, but only resting his eyes, and he might crack one open if he hears anyone moving about nearby. old friends and unfinished business are both welcome to bother him*
Mainly for L!V!C! folk, but Melou can pop by if he wants to be traumatized again apologized at, and Zjendjan can come pester him, too.
therefore, he is lying out on a lawn chair, his reading glasses on the ground beside him, a book propped open on his stomach, his eyes closed against the sunlight. the lines of his face are gentler, for how truly content he is; indeed, he looks startlingly like James at the moment. he's not quite asleep, but only resting his eyes, and he might crack one open if he hears anyone moving about nearby. old friends and unfinished business are both welcome to bother him*
Mainly for L!V!C! folk, but Melou can pop by if he wants to be traumatized again apologized at, and Zjendjan can come pester him, too.