Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 28, 2013 18:58:04 GMT -8
It had been so long since he had been able to call a place home.
Hermosa. It had become his home ever since he had taken over the governing of the area. In his time he had grown to love it for the simple things; the waves washing in and out of the shore by the lighthouse, the knocking of subtle footsteps pressing against the wooden beach walkways, that one ledge that you try to jump over but always end up just catching on the edge of your toe because it juts out in such a way as to annoy the everliving fuck out of you.
And Lucien had been gone for far too long. Far, far too long from this place he had come to call his home. Lightning Tower, as far as he was concerned, was not a permanent location. It was too.. Extravagant. Too regal. Not at all what Lucien felt of a home.
And, as the slim man's eyes fell upon the beach once more, the sun setting in the distance, he sighed in quiet glee. This was his home. He was home.
The lighthouse door opened, and a pair of eyes glanced out the door. Then, a familiar face, smiling. He really was, wasn't he?
"Welcome back, Luc. Here to stay, I hope?"
Lucien smiled back faintly.
"Yes, here to stay. But no time to celebrate."
"There's work to be done."
Hermosa. It had become his home ever since he had taken over the governing of the area. In his time he had grown to love it for the simple things; the waves washing in and out of the shore by the lighthouse, the knocking of subtle footsteps pressing against the wooden beach walkways, that one ledge that you try to jump over but always end up just catching on the edge of your toe because it juts out in such a way as to annoy the everliving fuck out of you.
And Lucien had been gone for far too long. Far, far too long from this place he had come to call his home. Lightning Tower, as far as he was concerned, was not a permanent location. It was too.. Extravagant. Too regal. Not at all what Lucien felt of a home.
And, as the slim man's eyes fell upon the beach once more, the sun setting in the distance, he sighed in quiet glee. This was his home. He was home.
The lighthouse door opened, and a pair of eyes glanced out the door. Then, a familiar face, smiling. He really was, wasn't he?
"Welcome back, Luc. Here to stay, I hope?"
Lucien smiled back faintly.
"Yes, here to stay. But no time to celebrate."
"There's work to be done."