fever pitch

*Poser* · 01-29-2017, 04:43 PM

Poser shines. Shimmers in the light. He's suspended animation, all things gorgeous and glimmering. Sun catches in his coat, tangles with the blackness, and comes out like a knight in obsidian armor. Not that he would ever need any more armor than his speed. Not that he needs anything other than the fact he's all gallant and gorgeous. Everything is fantastic, and he is at the top of the list. Never anything else. Never needed to be anything else. He's alert, he's alive. How grand it is to be alive. A force of nature, and a force of godliness, all in one. A young god in the sun.

So there is a stranger here, the wind carrying his scent forth. "I don't need to see you to know you're there." Poser is a ways away, not bothering to look with his eyes. Not really caring enough to find the creature. He was out and he had been here first... why should he care? Unless the creature would be recruited, there's nothing that matters. Honestly? Poser doesn't have it in himself to give a single fuck today. That was the way he lived his life, after all.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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