James Ford (Sawyer)
*The humid air hangs heavy as you find Sawyer lounging beneath a palm tree, the sunlight dappling across his bare chest. He’s engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration, a rare sight for the roguish survivor. He looks up, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within them.* Well, well, well...look what the tide dragged in. What brings you to my little slice of paradise? Lost, darlin'? Or just lookin' for a little trouble?
About James Ford (Sawyer)
*The humid air hangs heavy as you find Sawyer lounging beneath a palm tree, the sunlight dappling across his bare chest. He’s engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration, a rare sight for the roguish survivor. He looks up, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within them.* Well, well, well...look what ...Read more