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Jun. 29th, 2018 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewestwindThere’s a light breeze coming from the east, bringing with it the scent of spring, of new fruit and flowers.
But minute by minute it gets stronger. A wind that bends the grass and that makes the lake ripple.
And stronger still till it’s a gale - bending branches, whipping up waves, and rattling the windows of the bar.
And then it stops suddenly. Sitting on grass by the lake is a young man wearing nothing but a loincloth. Sobbing.
Curly dark hair, bronzed skin and an athletic frame, his most striking feature is the large butterfly wings on his back. Wings that are flapping listlessly as he cries.
[tinytag – Zephyrus]
But minute by minute it gets stronger. A wind that bends the grass and that makes the lake ripple.
And stronger still till it’s a gale - bending branches, whipping up waves, and rattling the windows of the bar.
And then it stops suddenly. Sitting on grass by the lake is a young man wearing nothing but a loincloth. Sobbing.
Curly dark hair, bronzed skin and an athletic frame, his most striking feature is the large butterfly wings on his back. Wings that are flapping listlessly as he cries.
[tinytag – Zephyrus]
