Inspired by a line in
lassarina's
Uncomfortable Silences ...
So the exact line was: He was propped against one of the fence posts, inspecting the sleeve of his long black coat. The wind off the ocean whipped his silver hair about until he resembled a dandelion gone to seed. Somehow he managed to make the look seem stylish. But complex poses make
ovo_lexa cry and she is sorry. ;-;