Drinking in the Morning Sun [Open]

[johnny tudor ashdown]

A soft whistle came from the vampire's lips as he strolled through the gardens. The tune sounding very much like Elbow's One Day Like This. It was a rather beautiful day, actually, in the late morning sun. Turning the garden once again into a picturesque sight. Spring had meant the leaves had returned and the flowers bloomed. The perfume from those early blooms filled his nose. An almost sickly-sweet scent. It was times like this he missed being a human. Just the ability of walking through the gardens without wrinkling his nose. It was things like that that people took for granted.

The older Ashdown twin surveyed the area. Wondering, maybe even hoping that someone was out here. Of course, he knew that he would most likely have smelt another presence but the vampire prayed that the strong perfume was throwing off his senses. It was possible, wasn't it? He ran a hand through his hair. A habit that seperated him from his twin. The twin that constantly had his hair neat whilst this Ashdown? The short brown locks were constantly a mess. Perhaps enhancing his rugged, handsome good looks. At least in Johnny's mind anyway.

Continuing his stroll, his mind began to wander. It'd been a nice couple of days. Now the holidays had come. But his mind was still on his business. His recording company. They would have to start signing some artists soon. The business venture was proving harder than the Ashdown had thought. The hand went through the hair once again.

Taking a seat on one of the benches, he adjusted his shirt. Like always, the vampire was wearing a shirt, this time with a pair of black jeans. Looking smart was in his nature. And at twenty-six, albeit he only looked twenty-one, he wanted to dress for his age. Though, the businessman of a father had probably influenced him more than he realised. With one arm resting casually over the back of the bench, the Vampire leant back and just relaxed for a change. It was about time he pushed away his thoughts and just chilled out. Though. Knowing his luck. That'd be ruined. Somehow.

outfit;; clicky!
tagged;; open
notes;; It's a Johnny!
lyrics;; beekeeper's daugher by all-american rejects
credit;; Spitze