I will fight the end
Quirky appeal - that's definitely a description that Ronin is starting to apply to the Grounds in general, but nowhere more so than here in Jack Tar Landing. He arrives a little before noon so he might take the place in properly, dressed - as instructed - in the shirt, pants and boots ensemble that he's been sent by his husband the stranger.
Looking as though he's stepped out of some romance novel (the backdrop of ships and lapping seawater only adds to the effect), he's nonetheless still more brooding heartthrob than charming rogue of the story, pointedly ignoring any and all attempts to get his attention. Oh, he's sure that the tat on offer probably is quite interesting if he cared enough to stop and look; alas, he's only here because he's been summoned, and as he settles to stand at the edge of the docks to gaze at the gathering ships, he's honestly not sure what he's looking for.
But it's a great place to stand and seem aloof (and he likes to think he's good at it) and so it's where he opts to stay, mentally comparing the place to Torchline with each little detail he picks up.
Looking as though he's stepped out of some romance novel (the backdrop of ships and lapping seawater only adds to the effect), he's nonetheless still more brooding heartthrob than charming rogue of the story, pointedly ignoring any and all attempts to get his attention. Oh, he's sure that the tat on offer probably is quite interesting if he cared enough to stop and look; alas, he's only here because he's been summoned, and as he settles to stand at the edge of the docks to gaze at the gathering ships, he's honestly not sure what he's looking for.
But it's a great place to stand and seem aloof (and he likes to think he's good at it) and so it's where he opts to stay, mentally comparing the place to Torchline with each little detail he picks up.
'til the end is here
