#seaflier

XVIII.  

Charcoal hues awaken in a place he doesn’t recognize right away.  The slight breeze against his face &’ the beautiful, lush green gaze that meets them makes his breath get caught in his throat.  The desire he held last night had all but disappeared, &’ from the tranquil atmosphere; perhaps everything would be alright.  However, this thought soon disappears as embarrassment swells in him just seconds later as his master continues to stare at his face.   

 Slender fingers come up &’ cover his face, hand pressing against his cheek in an attempt to get rid of the heat that soon filled against his cheek.  Oh gods, he had been a fool!  Driven by primal instinct with none of the stoic clarity he usually had.  Impulse was never something that drove him, so why now?  

‘Master, I apologize for my behavior last night.’  He manages out without a stutter &’ with a serious tone despite his haggard appearance.  Unkempt hair, shirtless and stark naked; he’s sure someone was laughing at the consequences of his actions.