The Serpent
His inked hand held the imagery with keen fascination glinting in that singular optic. A quiet, intrigued focus drew him over the way she was built and even more over the manner of which she posed. It was almost as if she wanted to be caught without giving away the honest fact. A type of innocence within her positioning, but it was the parted lips and location of her hand that indicated she knew very well the sins she was hoping to instill in the frozen moment.
It began to dawn on him that he had seen her before. It had been years, to say the least, but a name and reason was foreign to him. It begged him to question how many knew him and how many had they stolen from his memories. Why? A consideration that made him frustrated only because he preferred to recall such exotic personas. She was another he'd have to find. Maybe for answers, but at the very least for a drink.
@coldshiver
