03-15-2012, 05:52 PM
Sebastian dreamed as he slept. He dreamed often as he slept, dreams of vibrant colours and strange shapes, dancing auroras and ghostly beasts. The odd good-looking man appeared every once in a while too, grinning as he enticed the artisan further into dreamland. Sebastian had a powerful imagination, and his dreams represented this. One trait was always present, though; the lands were always lush, filled with verdant plains and glittering rivers.
There was a faint smile on the Italian's face as he unconsciously snuggled further into the bean bag, his arms hugging the comfortable seat further into his chest. He was just getting to the good part when he was rudely interrupted.
One eye cracked open unwillingly, a loud yawn parting the halves of his muzzle. His back arched flexibly as he stretched out, letting out an appreciative sigh as a ripple of faint cracks could be heard from stiff muscles. It was only when he had slumped back down on the cushion, tail curled over his back, one arm keeping his head propped up and both eyes half opened that he allowed his bright orange eyes to wander lazily up the man who had interrupted his sleep.
His eyes widened slightly. The man was unlike anyone he had ever seen. Strange tattoos were clear from the candlelight, the strange dots on his cheek catching his eye. His face was divided nearly perfectly in half, divided by black and white with a single brown patch at the crest. He had thick, messy brown hair which Sebastian had a sudden urge to run his hands through. The duality even went down to his hands, except for a single brown finger. Several scars were scattered around his visage. Most bizarrely, he was wearing an incredible white jacket and what appeared to be a furry brown skirt.
It took Sebastian eight seconds to fully comprehend the sight before him, struck dumb by the man's appearance. Not least because in addition to his oddities, he was very handsome and was graced with a beautifully attractive voice.
Once his eyes had ceased roving over the stranger's body, Sebastian broke into a smile. This man was precisely the company he was searching for.
"Not any more," he answered ambiguously, smirking at the newcomer. One hand reached down to scratch idly at the red scar running across his chest. "I must admit, I have never seen one such as you before. Have you always been such a vision of duality?" he asked playfully, one finger running around the rim of his half-full wineglass.
There was a faint smile on the Italian's face as he unconsciously snuggled further into the bean bag, his arms hugging the comfortable seat further into his chest. He was just getting to the good part when he was rudely interrupted.
One eye cracked open unwillingly, a loud yawn parting the halves of his muzzle. His back arched flexibly as he stretched out, letting out an appreciative sigh as a ripple of faint cracks could be heard from stiff muscles. It was only when he had slumped back down on the cushion, tail curled over his back, one arm keeping his head propped up and both eyes half opened that he allowed his bright orange eyes to wander lazily up the man who had interrupted his sleep.
His eyes widened slightly. The man was unlike anyone he had ever seen. Strange tattoos were clear from the candlelight, the strange dots on his cheek catching his eye. His face was divided nearly perfectly in half, divided by black and white with a single brown patch at the crest. He had thick, messy brown hair which Sebastian had a sudden urge to run his hands through. The duality even went down to his hands, except for a single brown finger. Several scars were scattered around his visage. Most bizarrely, he was wearing an incredible white jacket and what appeared to be a furry brown skirt.
It took Sebastian eight seconds to fully comprehend the sight before him, struck dumb by the man's appearance. Not least because in addition to his oddities, he was very handsome and was graced with a beautifully attractive voice.
Once his eyes had ceased roving over the stranger's body, Sebastian broke into a smile. This man was precisely the company he was searching for.
"Not any more," he answered ambiguously, smirking at the newcomer. One hand reached down to scratch idly at the red scar running across his chest. "I must admit, I have never seen one such as you before. Have you always been such a vision of duality?" he asked playfully, one finger running around the rim of his half-full wineglass.