Clemente
run, love
i'm the truth that you're afraid of
i'm the truth that you're afraid of
Clem is shamelessly using a parasol that day on the beach. The sunlight still bothers him a bit, though The Voice has assisted with that. He knows little about fashion - cares about it even less - and the Torchliner's are open minded enough to only stare at him briefly when he passes by. He spends the late afternoon exploring the beach, content to wait for the crowds to thin as the sun starts to dip towards the horizon. It is a beautiful sight, though while others are content to overlook the girl on the rock, Clemente has no such ability. His entire life has been devoted to attentiveness, to keeping track of everything around him in order to survive.
Which is why he is understandably concerned by the fact that, even from afar, the girl is clearly young and worryingly clinging to the rock. Frowning, Clem closes his parasol and sets it on the beach with his shoes, wandering to the shore and wading in up to his knees. "Y'okay miss?" At least Sunjata and Nate have taught him how to swim, in case he needs to jump in there and help.
Which is why he is understandably concerned by the fact that, even from afar, the girl is clearly young and worryingly clinging to the rock. Frowning, Clem closes his parasol and sets it on the beach with his shoes, wandering to the shore and wading in up to his knees. "Y'okay miss?" At least Sunjata and Nate have taught him how to swim, in case he needs to jump in there and help.
i'm the fever that you can't get down
Just a martyr on a bridge that's burning down
Just a martyr on a bridge that's burning down
