Obviously, this applies to Sir Guy, and not the balding, beady-eyed troll beside him. Love this pose. All the swagger, the slinky black leather-clad hip, his gloved hand on his weapon and his chin thrust out as if to say, “Yeah, I’m hot. You got somethin’ to say about it??” God’s tears, the man is beautiful!
Loved Sir Guy when he turned, spurs jangling on his boots, tangled mane falling into his haunted eyes, Teuchter’s favorite patch of skin showing at the neck of his Floppy Black Pirate Shirt, sword in hand, and strode over to confront Brother Tuck. Too bad he didn’t make good his threat. Tuck did lie, after all. And we could have been spared all that sermonizing . . .
blue eyes, stubble and tousled curls at the nape. *sigh*