Who: Cyrille Urquhart & Isobel MacDougal Where: Urquhart Castle, Loch Ness, Scotland Why: Cy's bored? That's not a safe thing. When: Sometime after THIS Rating: R (Language possibly, sexual innuendos and overtones..) Status: Closed\Incomplete
Cyrille just loved the ruins of the castle. It didn't matter to him that it was destroyed by time, amongst other things. It was gorgeous. He spread out the cloth and settled down on it to stare out over the Loch. He really loved the Loch. There was a picnic basket to his left filled with goodies, some healthy some not. He was in dark jeans and a loose white button up. His sandals were off. While he was waiting he picked up the guitar and began strumming, idly, playing an old Scottish song, losing himself in it. He didn't mind if Isobel heard him, she was a good friend and was allowed. He sang clear and sweet, his tenor voice echoing off the old walls, singing O'er the Muir. He was thankful they were meeting out here and not some where public, though, he'd have been unsure of what to do with himself as he rarely let the public hear him play and sing.