Spark 009 // [Video]
[Wyatt's in a cherry tree as the sun goes down, the sunlight filtering through the petals. He's wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and his feet are bare. The bloodred collar is still in place, though the golden chain is gone for now.
He's wearing the yukata Unohana gave him for Christmas, though he neglected to tie it, so it flows open like a robe. For once he's shaved and his hair is bright and clean, golden-blond and curling in waves around his face.
Even stranger, there's a slightly reverent and serene look on his face as he watches the sun go down.
The unlit cigarette dangling between his fingers lifts to his lips, and gives the setting sun a slow, purposeful salute with his other hand.]
He's wearing the yukata Unohana gave him for Christmas, though he neglected to tie it, so it flows open like a robe. For once he's shaved and his hair is bright and clean, golden-blond and curling in waves around his face.
Even stranger, there's a slightly reverent and serene look on his face as he watches the sun go down.
The unlit cigarette dangling between his fingers lifts to his lips, and gives the setting sun a slow, purposeful salute with his other hand.]