Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28412230-20170801194251

''Everett tilted his head once a group of Guiding Men floated toward them, expressing strange mannerisms at him as if they knew him. He merely waved to them, walking to the fire pit as he set up his sleeping bag.''

He stretched his arms, his back facing the fire and the moon as he stared off into the fraction of the beauty of the pansies and buttercups, taking it in as he fell asleep shortly after.

''After of what was presumably a week after, Jeong sat at a marble bench, a wooden crutch at the side of it. He only wore beige pajama bottoms and a white, long-sleeved shirt that exposed most of his neck. To occupy himself in the scenery, he sketched the centerpiece of the garden precisely but slowly, making sure that he will get every detail right.''

''At the same time, he was waiting for his new lover, Elijah, to wake up as he took a glance at the fire pit area every now and then. Once he was done into sketching, he placed his sketchbook down alongside his watercolors, oil pastels and small brushes.''

''On how the Korean looked, his health had certainly improved. His original personality and colored had blissfully returned, although a portion of his torso had to recover, and four of his ribs were still fractured. He glanced at his small hands, fiddling with the four-pointed star charm that was on his left wrist, smiling at the memory of how he got it from Quinn when she first went to South Korea.''