Jun 11, 2008 21:14
It is early afternoon; the sun is high and warm.
At the foot of a palm tree by the Caribbean inlet, there's a barefoot, armour-less Goth lying in the shade, long legs stretched out, axe and guitar by his side. His eyes are closed, but if you approach him, he will open his eyes and look at you, fully alert.
On his chest there is a cat, white with grey spots, curled up cosily, dozing as well.-
teja,
momiji sohma