Qouth the Raven (yelth) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-03-23 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ alex archer, ♥ elisabetta cavalli, ♥ jeremiah evans : dropped, ♦ poseidon, ♦ raven |
Who: Alex/Raven, Poseidon/Jeremiah, and Eliza
What: The morning after this
When: Friday morning, around dawn.
Where: Jeremiah's boat.
There was music coming from the deck of Jeremiah's yacht. It might have been from the radio, had there not bee the distinctly twangy sound of a live guitar out there. The fact that it was ungodly early in the morning probably wasn't helping either of the occupants with their respective moods, either. It wouldn't take more than a minor investigation to find the source of the noise. Though how either of them felt about this when they did would be entirely up to them - much to their intruder's amusement, no doubt.
Raven was sitting on the deck, feet propped up on the railing and tipped back just enough to look dangerous and relaxed. He was sunning himself quite obviously in the very early morning light as it broke across the sky, as he'd lost his shirt at some point during the evening and was only in a pair of jeans with a raggedy hem and a pair of holes in the knees. He didn't appear cold, even in the early spring weather. Tattooed just enough to draw attention to them but not as much as he chose to wear occasionally. It seemed he was playing at being not quite respectable.
Or respectful.
The sound was something that should have belonged in the early nineties, with just the perfect bit of grunge to match his look for the day. But the song was on key and matched his look today, as well. His voice was soft but carried well over the ocean breeze in the harbor, though he didn't seem to be drawing any attention from anyone else around the yacht. Yet.