Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
His hand brushes against her arm, still searching for contact, but fumbling through dark and water while his legs strain for purchase on the sand. Maybe they both have water in their ears now, because she can't seem to hear him right either, a strangled what the only response he gets. What, like, she didn't understand his words, and is annoyed that he didn't speak clearer? Or what, like, what are you a fucking idiot for going that hard on a little race? Both, he decides.
"I said," he starts with the drag of an inhale, trying to find patience when heat has splintered and a shiver threatens to chatter his teeth precisely when he's trying to enunciate. "I thought she'd help me win the race, not freak us out." He waves his other hand now, scattering droplets in blue sprinkles over the waves. "You're right though," he sighs, hand running back through his hair, pulling wet strands away from his eyes.
He means the version of her that he's taken to have been scolding him over this entire ridiculous encounter. "It was a stupid reason," he admits with a huff. "I mean, I didn't even care that much about winning, I just didn't think I could stay silent, so, figured I better not lose. He shrugs, because saying it out loud has even weaker logic. Not that he'd been in the best state for thinking clearly.
"Anyway, let's get out of the water," he suggests, the hand that's been yearning for her trying to grasp firm on her hand now to tug her along. He's hoping to see her through torchlight, find some warmth, and avoid losing words to waves, maybe even try again.
"I said," he starts with the drag of an inhale, trying to find patience when heat has splintered and a shiver threatens to chatter his teeth precisely when he's trying to enunciate. "I thought she'd help me win the race, not freak us out." He waves his other hand now, scattering droplets in blue sprinkles over the waves. "You're right though," he sighs, hand running back through his hair, pulling wet strands away from his eyes.
He means the version of her that he's taken to have been scolding him over this entire ridiculous encounter. "It was a stupid reason," he admits with a huff. "I mean, I didn't even care that much about winning, I just didn't think I could stay silent, so, figured I better not lose. He shrugs, because saying it out loud has even weaker logic. Not that he'd been in the best state for thinking clearly.
"Anyway, let's get out of the water," he suggests, the hand that's been yearning for her trying to grasp firm on her hand now to tug her along. He's hoping to see her through torchlight, find some warmth, and avoid losing words to waves, maybe even try again.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
