[SE] was it the fire punch or the fever dream high

Noah

the truth is what remains
the truth is what you save from the fire

The wave also took Lyra prisoner, bringing her to a near-disheveled state like he was in. Noah laughed bright and clean as she turned around, the wave crashing up and over her frame too. The lines of Lyra’s figure caught the sun and shadow in easy harmony, the curve of hip and waist, the strength in her legs as she braced against the tide, the lift of her shoulders when she laughed. It was not the bikini itself that held his attention so much as what wasn't covered by it.

He nearly snapped his own as he became conscious of his own thoughts.

He checked himself just as quickly. His gaze lifted back to the surface of the water until she turned back around, no trace of the passing assessment left but for the color in his ears easily discounted for anything beside the sun. guilt panged in his stomach with a twist. "We’ll uh, defer to your expertise." he said. "You pick the swimming spot. I’ll follow. I just need to cool off in the water, not drown in it."

He shifted closer toward her, waiting for her suggestion. Noah then looked towards the water's edge. "Well I’ll be." He cleared his throat, pushing away the guilt that had tightened his belly further. He lifted his hand to point towards the shore. "A cloud manta."

you fight for what you love, don't matter if it hurts
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn