one bourbon, one scotch, one beer
May. 21st, 2012 02:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
If there was one thing Kyle absolutely adored about being back in LA and especially on Venice Beach, it was the noise and hustle and everything that indicated they and everyone around them were wonderfully, gloriously alive.
But even Lanterns needed their quiet time. Kyle’s was usually spent holed up in his room, illustrating and oblivious to the world. Guy’s was usually spent looking up to the sky, to the space he knew and loved and protected.
Kyle headed up to the rooftop, pausing to have a guilty marvel at how wonderful the pollution made the sunset spill out on the water, in oranges and indigos. And centered almost perfectly in the tableau was Guy, sprawled in a lawnchair he’d dragged up there. He had a cooler with the remains of a six pack nestled in the watery ice.
Well, no time like the present, Kyle thought, and created a green light chair beside Guy’s, coming over and flopping down.
( lantern home )
But even Lanterns needed their quiet time. Kyle’s was usually spent holed up in his room, illustrating and oblivious to the world. Guy’s was usually spent looking up to the sky, to the space he knew and loved and protected.
Kyle headed up to the rooftop, pausing to have a guilty marvel at how wonderful the pollution made the sunset spill out on the water, in oranges and indigos. And centered almost perfectly in the tableau was Guy, sprawled in a lawnchair he’d dragged up there. He had a cooler with the remains of a six pack nestled in the watery ice.
Well, no time like the present, Kyle thought, and created a green light chair beside Guy’s, coming over and flopping down.
( lantern home )