Kaisel
"Ah—" is all he manages as she drives him like livestock, poking and prodding against his side with an expert mark for the tender space between his ribs. He tried to angle away from the assault, to grab at her hands, but she's quick and persistent and it's a flurry that he can't dodge or find words to fight against, to say that he's never been to an ocean. The sand is a slog under worked muscles as she bodies him off the planks. While it seems to sap everything from him, it energizes her and she races ahead with a bright joy that bids him to keep up the chase, even if the goddamn sand crawls into his shoes with every stride, instantaneously grating and abrasive as it adheres to his sweat.
The city boy is utterly out of his element now.
She isn't though. She's liquid gold shimmering across the sand, bronze skin adorned with sweat sparkling beneath the light, hair a curtain of sunbeams and laughter like a summer day's delight as she crashes into the sea with a spray of salt and relief. He can't catch her like that even if he tries. His pace hauls up from the run to a slowing jog, until he's standing at the edge, where the sand is firm with the touch of the waves. He holds a hand against his forehead to squint beneath the sun, hesitant as he eyes the bizarre strands of kelp strewn about as if the ocean is unraveling. The power of the tide roars with a quiet threat that has him gulping. "How do you know there's not sharks!?" he calls out to her, tip-toing around the foam that sweeps water over his toes, enticing with the promise of refreshment.
The city boy is utterly out of his element now.
She isn't though. She's liquid gold shimmering across the sand, bronze skin adorned with sweat sparkling beneath the light, hair a curtain of sunbeams and laughter like a summer day's delight as she crashes into the sea with a spray of salt and relief. He can't catch her like that even if he tries. His pace hauls up from the run to a slowing jog, until he's standing at the edge, where the sand is firm with the touch of the waves. He holds a hand against his forehead to squint beneath the sun, hesitant as he eyes the bizarre strands of kelp strewn about as if the ocean is unraveling. The power of the tide roars with a quiet threat that has him gulping. "How do you know there's not sharks!?" he calls out to her, tip-toing around the foam that sweeps water over his toes, enticing with the promise of refreshment.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
