Train Post

[vincent_daray]

Vincent was curled up in the corner of the train carriage, his eyes closed after lack of sleep, he was not looking forward to going home, legs out, in an empty carriage, his blonde hair draping over handsome worn features, legs crossed as he seemed snuggled in the blanket.

He twitched slightly, and lay there half awake half asleep, not wanting to open his eyes as the country side wizzed past him.