slushpupii's Literatures

The somber rain showers of the English shoreline were a far cry from the heat of Cairo. Sixx pondered the locational shift in temperature as he sat upon a high balcony of the Joestar family mansion. Despite the weather, the tinge of salt in the air carried by the wind of an oncoming storm reminded him of his husband in it’s subtle unruliness. He smiled to himself as the wind gently tossed his hair not unlike the loving hands of his lord scratching his scalp to soothe slower evenings.