08-24-2012, 05:48 PM
Sebastian felt a little more like himself with each passing day. Perhaps all he needed was a few sleepless nights and a bit of dancing. Good thing Halifax had both of these in wonderful abundance. Casa di Cavalieri lacked the constant stimulation his vibrant mind required to stay functioning. It was a lovely place, to be sure, but it didn't have enough change for him.
Halifax was constantly changing. That interested him. It had interesting people, which was even better.
One of the most interesting people he had met in Halifax was a certain Bartholomew Cubbins. His unique fur, laid-back attitude, vivid tattoos, form-fitting clothes and fine body. And his willingness to have hot, rough sex with the Italian, of course. That was a lovely bonus for all involved. It was Sebastian's goal to meet someone just as interesting as Bart today. Someone just as interesting, but different. Of course, he certainly wouldn't say no if he met Bart again.
Sebastian sauntered down the middle of the street, delicately stepping around the vines and creepers that had overtaken the middle of the street. He had left his bow and arrows at home, choosing to only carry his daggers at his hips. He still had his satchel, of course, filled with his usual supplies. He had spent the past day with a pair of very helpful women with vividly dyed fur and sported a new spiked collar around his neck. Practically indecent, he knew, but who the hell cared?
Halifax was constantly changing. That interested him. It had interesting people, which was even better.
One of the most interesting people he had met in Halifax was a certain Bartholomew Cubbins. His unique fur, laid-back attitude, vivid tattoos, form-fitting clothes and fine body. And his willingness to have hot, rough sex with the Italian, of course. That was a lovely bonus for all involved. It was Sebastian's goal to meet someone just as interesting as Bart today. Someone just as interesting, but different. Of course, he certainly wouldn't say no if he met Bart again.
Sebastian sauntered down the middle of the street, delicately stepping around the vines and creepers that had overtaken the middle of the street. He had left his bow and arrows at home, choosing to only carry his daggers at his hips. He still had his satchel, of course, filled with his usual supplies. He had spent the past day with a pair of very helpful women with vividly dyed fur and sported a new spiked collar around his neck. Practically indecent, he knew, but who the hell cared?