derek hazel
it was a good thing that there weren't that many people out on the beach today. the warmth fell like heaven on his tan skin, soothing the constant low buzz of the longing to shift under his skin. he had been about to take his shirt off, to soak in more of the sun, but as he rucked the hem of his shirt up, he caught a redhead staring owlishly at him. he'd scowled and immediately dropped the hem, crossing his arms across his chest. he wasn't there for anyone's entertainment. he scowled out at the sea, breeze rippling through his dark, shorn hair.
ooc; sorry it's so short--i'm mobile.