The sun was setting, dark pastel colors spraying over the sky, and the clouds glowing pale in the raising moonlight. It really was a spectacular sight, too bad some were too lazy to see it.
Stark was leaning against a tree on the edge of the woods, his hands folded behind his head. He wasn't really 'asleep.' No, he had to maintain his status of espada and keep at least a little bit alert. Or, something of the sort. His fingers twirled his hair a bit as one hand slid down to the ground, the side of his mouth irking a bit. Where had his sword gone? He hadn't seen it in a while. That should probably be something he should look into. Too bad he was too... lazy. Not like anything bad could really happen, hm?
Giving a light yawn, Stark opened his eyes a crack, steel blue orbs flicking back and forth over the long shadows cast by the setting sun. Grumbling lightly, he pressed his mouth together and closed his eyes again.
The Wayward Children Pound