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Spark
Jul 29, 2012 3:40:18 GMT -7
Post by Stefan Della Vega on Jul 29, 2012 3:40:18 GMT -7
It was a lazy afternoon.
Nothing peculiar or bizarre or extraordinary about it. It was usually the type of afternoon that Stefan would be spending lying stark naked in some random female camper’s bunk. His last conquest, however, bailed out on him and rescheduled at the last second. Something to do about studying for exams. He would have protested, but whining wasn’t really his style. Besides, he was confident he’d have another girl around his arm before the day is over, so he wasn’t too worried.
At the moment, though, he’s yawning bored out of his mind, idly watching the birds overhead perching on the nearest tree. They looked at him, twittering too loudly for his taste. The first few minutes weren’t so annoying but the longer they did it, it finally grated on his nerves. Stretching his arms high above his head and raising his feet to rest to rest atop the amphitheater seat, he gave a wink at the flock where suddenly a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the branch where the avians were, breaking the branch and giving the birds quite a scare. Satisfied, he smirked to himself and closed his eyes. He sat back, pillowing his arms just behind his head. A gentle breeze swept past and tumbled the messy locks of hair on his forehead. Welcoming the cold air, he opened blue eyes to the sky and smiled a genuine one. He slowly pushed the hair away from his brows.
Ever since he could remember, everything has been served to him on a silver platter. He gets what he wants in a passing breath, and nothing has ever been withheld from him. Those who were foolish to try had felt the lash of his rage. It wasn’t pretty. Though Stefan carried on that usual blasé nonchalant appearance, his anger was a sight to behold.
What do you expect from a child of the storm god?
It didn’t help matters too that the same storm deity was the king of the gods. Stefan inherited his arrogance from him. His father must be so proud.
Shaking his head from that thought, he let out a doubtful laugh. Somehow, he didn’t believe that. Zeus most likely was too busy to give a damn second glance his way.
Stefan reached for his chest pocket and took out a cigarette. He let it hang carelessly on the corner of his lips while he searched for his lighter. Frowning, he sat up when minutes passed by and he still couldn’t find it. He must have left it at that last chick’s bedside table again.
Word Count: Short. Will write more once someone will jump in. Too distracted right now. Music: Note: tche tchererere tche tchechetcherere tche tche tcherere tche tche tchereretche. Tche, tche, tche, Stefan Della Vega e você
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