PSL: Pan

Sep. 3rd, 2017 10:33 pm
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The beach outside his Los Angeles home was Ganymede's place to find calm; not on sunny, still days, or even the humid nights when the stars popped out of the clouds to give shifting light.

This minute it was raining, stormy and violent outside with rolling thunder deafening even the noise of the city as the sun sank lower towards the horizon. Ganymede was outside in it, already soaked to the skin; barefoot and in light linen trousers split along the front he was dancing along the shore, buffeted about by the wind and laughing at the flashes of lightning. He was a little drunk, but not enough to make him forget how dangerous this situation was, and he reveled in the knowledge as he danced.

The near-empty bottle of wine was heavy in his hand as he pitched it into the surf, turning in the sand and letting the crazed tilt of the world drag him to his knees, plastering his hair to his neck and shoulders.

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