On the agreed-upon evening, Yrael waits outside for Asher to arrive. He lounges on a branch of a tree near the lake shore, green eyes half-shut as he watches the unsuspecting bluebird on the branch above him. He hasn't moved in two hours.
Maybe this time, he'll get dessert.
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Date: 2008-04-08 09:13 pm (UTC)From:His hair lies loose over his shoulders, brushed smooth, a golden blanket that hangs down his back.
He walks slowly around the edge of the lake, spotting a glint of white in the branches. His thoughts are in turmoil, perhaps not ideal for...what it is that Yrael has planned, he's not exactly sure...but in any case, it is likely he will be required to concentrate.
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