Post by Liam on Jan 31, 2013 18:54:22 GMT -5
Liam lounges on a beach towel in the shade of an umbrella, taking in São Miguel in all of it's glory. The island had any number of gorgeous beaches, and this small cove, a part of some national park or another, suited him. The sand dunes and the tall grasses the waved in the breeze that came off the ocean. It had been nearly three weeks since he had last seen his business partner in the flesh and he sought to remedy this. It was important to catch up on each other's lives, to evaluate the field of competition and how best to approach matters of paradise, or more precisely, how to construct Jericho's vision in a place that resisted it tooth and nail.
He was also nosy and wanted to know what had captured the wolf's attentions.
When feet pad across the sand and a shadow is cast across his book, Liam looks up, peering over his sunglasses to smile hugely at Jericho. "Sit down, have a drink." He sits up, gesturing to the cooler at his side, condensation beading down it's lid. Beer, a small bottle of bourbon, and a host of cured meats and cheeses filled the container. Talk was always best conducted over food, and Liam's never ending appetite called for a fair amount of it.
"Ah, it is a beautiful day to be alive." The sun was shining, the ocean was a mesmerizing blue, lapping against the shoreline and all around the joyous sound of people frolicking in the waves surrounded them. "Would you mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back? I burn like a sinner." Liam hands the man a bottle of lotion, quirking a brow in polite question--and complete innocence. Fair skin and freckles didn't translate well to a tan, and Liam preferred not to look like a well boiled lobster when at all possible.
Dog-earing a page, Liam sets the book aside, a heavy volume with the embellished title of "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus." Research was paramount to conducting a successful relationship and the shifter found himself needing to brush up on the topic. Nearly ten years of marriage seemed to turn to smoke when accompanied by another decade of separation. "I can exchange the favor if you like." He offers with a cheerful grin, picking up his beer, grip firm but gentle, his lips sliding down the neck of the cool bottle with a short bob of his head. A young woman a few yards away, drying off from her venture into the waters, stares at him with wide eyes, frozen in place.
He laughs and pulls the bottle away with the pop of broken suction, "So how goes paradise? I feel bad for not inquiring earlier, but I've been preoccupied with other matters." Liam twists the golden wedding ring on his finger, an uncomfortable weight that he is trying to get use to once more. It was dusty when he retrieved it from the lining of his guitar case, but now it shines.
He was also nosy and wanted to know what had captured the wolf's attentions.
When feet pad across the sand and a shadow is cast across his book, Liam looks up, peering over his sunglasses to smile hugely at Jericho. "Sit down, have a drink." He sits up, gesturing to the cooler at his side, condensation beading down it's lid. Beer, a small bottle of bourbon, and a host of cured meats and cheeses filled the container. Talk was always best conducted over food, and Liam's never ending appetite called for a fair amount of it.
"Ah, it is a beautiful day to be alive." The sun was shining, the ocean was a mesmerizing blue, lapping against the shoreline and all around the joyous sound of people frolicking in the waves surrounded them. "Would you mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back? I burn like a sinner." Liam hands the man a bottle of lotion, quirking a brow in polite question--and complete innocence. Fair skin and freckles didn't translate well to a tan, and Liam preferred not to look like a well boiled lobster when at all possible.
Dog-earing a page, Liam sets the book aside, a heavy volume with the embellished title of "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus." Research was paramount to conducting a successful relationship and the shifter found himself needing to brush up on the topic. Nearly ten years of marriage seemed to turn to smoke when accompanied by another decade of separation. "I can exchange the favor if you like." He offers with a cheerful grin, picking up his beer, grip firm but gentle, his lips sliding down the neck of the cool bottle with a short bob of his head. A young woman a few yards away, drying off from her venture into the waters, stares at him with wide eyes, frozen in place.
He laughs and pulls the bottle away with the pop of broken suction, "So how goes paradise? I feel bad for not inquiring earlier, but I've been preoccupied with other matters." Liam twists the golden wedding ring on his finger, an uncomfortable weight that he is trying to get use to once more. It was dusty when he retrieved it from the lining of his guitar case, but now it shines.
