The quiet and constant sound of ocean waves soothed the bone deep irritation Samael had been feeling for days now down to a slow burning flame instead of a full blown forest fire that it was before. Rationally, he knew that he was in one of his 'ink moods' as his family called them. This time, however, he didn't heat straight to the tattoo tattoo parlour once the irritation had become too much, but for the nearest coast of the ocean. Technically, his father had forbidden him from coming here because his sight always got all messed up under the water, the lines getting even blurrier than they did at the crowed, and at times, he did not know which way was up. He had almost drowned once, and ever since then, he was not to come here. However, he was in a mood for a swim, and swim he was going to get. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled. Draven was there with him anyway. There was no way he would drown.
Come on. he called to the hell hound as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it randomly to the ground as he headed towards the water. I want to swim.
Come on. he called to the hell hound as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it randomly to the ground as he headed towards the water. I want to swim.