Post by Guest on Mar 2, 2016 17:42:32 GMT -5
POV: Ariavellesiene Mai Yamazaki
Ariavellesiene pulled his knees to his chest, black hair flowing down his back. It was the first time in a while he had kept it down, and he kept it brushed behind his back, a few strands curling around his neck. In the bright sun, it seemed more brown than its usual black, and he fiddled with his knife, unsheathing it and placing it in the sand. He was counting on the fact that it was dinnertime to use this time to collect his thoughts. For a group of highly active teens, they needed to eat a lot of food.
A conversation might be nice, though. Definitely.
He shook his head internally. Wasn't he here to just relax? His fingers twitched, itching for something to do. For a workaholic like him, it was hard to actually do nothing. The son of Aphrodite had been completely devoted to a recent design project he was starting, and the actual product had a lot of delicate sections when sewing, like the lace he'd made from hand. It was a pale white lace, almost translucent against the black waterproof material he'd planned to use it against.
It would connect to a gorgeous black cloak, foreboding and impassive. Paired with an elegantly feathered monochromatic venetian mask, the affect would be stunning...this wasn't relaxing, was it? The short brunette blinked slowly and lay down, hair splaying down carelessly as he curled up. It was probably a good thing due to the heat he was wearing skinny jeans and a thin, loose blue-white blouse with tiny white hearts that ended right above his knees, but his (ridiculously expensive, but splurged on) kitten-ear headphones nearly slid off, lopsided and he was too tired to push it back up.
His thoughts drifted off and began to become a little hazy, affected by the bright sun's powerful rays. He closed his eyes briefly, wondering whether he should have slipped off his leather heart anklet, before dozing off completely, breaths slowing. The demigod shifted slightly, narrowly avoiding the hilt of his buried knife, and murmured something, completely oblivious to the world around him.
Ariavellesiene pulled his knees to his chest, black hair flowing down his back. It was the first time in a while he had kept it down, and he kept it brushed behind his back, a few strands curling around his neck. In the bright sun, it seemed more brown than its usual black, and he fiddled with his knife, unsheathing it and placing it in the sand. He was counting on the fact that it was dinnertime to use this time to collect his thoughts. For a group of highly active teens, they needed to eat a lot of food.
A conversation might be nice, though. Definitely.
He shook his head internally. Wasn't he here to just relax? His fingers twitched, itching for something to do. For a workaholic like him, it was hard to actually do nothing. The son of Aphrodite had been completely devoted to a recent design project he was starting, and the actual product had a lot of delicate sections when sewing, like the lace he'd made from hand. It was a pale white lace, almost translucent against the black waterproof material he'd planned to use it against.
It would connect to a gorgeous black cloak, foreboding and impassive. Paired with an elegantly feathered monochromatic venetian mask, the affect would be stunning...this wasn't relaxing, was it? The short brunette blinked slowly and lay down, hair splaying down carelessly as he curled up. It was probably a good thing due to the heat he was wearing skinny jeans and a thin, loose blue-white blouse with tiny white hearts that ended right above his knees, but his (ridiculously expensive, but splurged on) kitten-ear headphones nearly slid off, lopsided and he was too tired to push it back up.
His thoughts drifted off and began to become a little hazy, affected by the bright sun's powerful rays. He closed his eyes briefly, wondering whether he should have slipped off his leather heart anklet, before dozing off completely, breaths slowing. The demigod shifted slightly, narrowly avoiding the hilt of his buried knife, and murmured something, completely oblivious to the world around him.
