Post by Mordred Le Fey on Aug 6, 2019 6:09:53 GMT -5
Ah, summer. The season of exposed skin, dodgy tan lines, and the only time of year it was apparently acceptable to sit in a beer garden all day drinking, smoking, and admiring the views. While also being a view worth admiring too, of course.
Mordred sat in the shade of an oversized parasol in the makeshift outside seating area that had been erected at the front of the town's pub. With his beige linen trousers, boat shoes, and loose, thin cotton shirt - just see-through enough to highlight the contours of his strong and chiseled physique - he was more than aware of the glances being thrown his way by the groups of sun-drenched women (and a fair few men too), who passed by his table. With his mirror-lensed sunglasses on he was able to watch and enjoy without anyone really knowing where he was looking, and he had to admit to himself that he was really enjoying the attention. He finally felt back to his old self, all the ugliness of previous months, days... (years? He wasn't sure, time was weirdly fluid in this place) had finally begun to numb into a background haze. And although he still bore the scar from Lorelei's blade across his cheek, he was convinced it just added to his charm and appeal, giving him a sense of danger and mystery.
And so he sat, leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed across the other, his ankle resting on knee. He sipped at the cold beer Todd had brought out to him, savouring the taste and the feel of the icy liquid in the heat of the day. Checking his watch, he sighed slightly, wondering if his friend would actually show. Their outings had a tendancy to get a little off-script - something Mordred revelled in but he was fairly sure Costin wasn't quite so happy with.
Mordred had decided anyway - if Costin didn't show by the time Mordred had finished his beer, he'd go and get him. He'd drag Costin out if he had to. After all, what harm could a summer day-drinking session possible lead to?
Mordred sat in the shade of an oversized parasol in the makeshift outside seating area that had been erected at the front of the town's pub. With his beige linen trousers, boat shoes, and loose, thin cotton shirt - just see-through enough to highlight the contours of his strong and chiseled physique - he was more than aware of the glances being thrown his way by the groups of sun-drenched women (and a fair few men too), who passed by his table. With his mirror-lensed sunglasses on he was able to watch and enjoy without anyone really knowing where he was looking, and he had to admit to himself that he was really enjoying the attention. He finally felt back to his old self, all the ugliness of previous months, days... (years? He wasn't sure, time was weirdly fluid in this place) had finally begun to numb into a background haze. And although he still bore the scar from Lorelei's blade across his cheek, he was convinced it just added to his charm and appeal, giving him a sense of danger and mystery.
And so he sat, leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed across the other, his ankle resting on knee. He sipped at the cold beer Todd had brought out to him, savouring the taste and the feel of the icy liquid in the heat of the day. Checking his watch, he sighed slightly, wondering if his friend would actually show. Their outings had a tendancy to get a little off-script - something Mordred revelled in but he was fairly sure Costin wasn't quite so happy with.
Mordred had decided anyway - if Costin didn't show by the time Mordred had finished his beer, he'd go and get him. He'd drag Costin out if he had to. After all, what harm could a summer day-drinking session possible lead to?
