Anael (whispersoflove) wrote in emanare, @ 2008-12-15 10:29:00 |
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Anael was staring at the water.
He was crouched on a rock on the edge of the baths, wearing nothing but jeans, wings visible in his back. They were sheltering him from the outside world, drawn up slightly and curved on either side of his body. His outstretched hand almost touched the hot water, creating tiny waves by sending warm tendrils of wind on the surface.
He was deep in thought, in his own world. Clearly someone had to come and disturb him.