Eros (erosbyanyname) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2011-05-15 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | eros, leonard percival smythe |
Leonard Take Two
Lurking. Perching on the light that arched over Las Vegas Boulevard at the corner of the street where he could watch the traffic in and out of the Well. Not, mind, that most people--or any people, really--could see him up there, legs dangling, feet swinging, hands planted on the pole beneath his legs and fingers curled just enough to keep his grip as he leaned forward to take a better look.
No one saw him swing down, lines of his body long as he hung there, stretched for a moment, before dropping to the street between two cars, and bounding onto the sidewalk to fall in step with the skeleton-disguised-as-a-man-in-a-disguis
No one saw him until he willed it so, appearing between the reflection in one window and the next, wearing skin-tight black leather that laced up the side of long legs, familiar steel-toed platform boots and a pirate's shirt in black raw silk, the neck slashed so deeply that it plunged to the simple silver buckle of his belt.
"So what's the news, Leonard? Don't disappoint me."