Post by Mia Valentine on Apr 8, 2017 2:28:47 GMT
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The rocks are smooth beneath her bare feet. For a moment, Mia curls her toes, imagines them sun-warm beneath a sky full of gulls, and carefully steps onto the next stone, arms spread wide for balance. She's more daring with the next one, hopping over on one foot in a game of hop scotch, feet light while they dance until she pauses, arms pinwheeling and caught in a long teeter back and forth.
It's a fight she doesn't win.
There is no panic when she falls, just the roar of the sea and the rush of air past her cheeks. It's exhilarating, and the sky is blue when she turns her eyes to meet it, too blue to be filled with the heavy press of the storm she'd been waiting for all day. And surely, it would come – her intuition has never lied to her before.
Either way, all the signs say that the day won't be a dry one, so why does it matter if she gets a little wet before the show begins? At least the ocean will catch her because no one else will; she won't die from a little thing like this.
i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know is that no one i know has it. my father's arms around my mother's neck, fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open – when your name is just a hand i can never hold, everything i have ever believed in becomes magic. |
The rocks are smooth beneath her bare feet. For a moment, Mia curls her toes, imagines them sun-warm beneath a sky full of gulls, and carefully steps onto the next stone, arms spread wide for balance. She's more daring with the next one, hopping over on one foot in a game of hop scotch, feet light while they dance until she pauses, arms pinwheeling and caught in a long teeter back and forth.
It's a fight she doesn't win.
There is no panic when she falls, just the roar of the sea and the rush of air past her cheeks. It's exhilarating, and the sky is blue when she turns her eyes to meet it, too blue to be filled with the heavy press of the storm she'd been waiting for all day. And surely, it would come – her intuition has never lied to her before.
Either way, all the signs say that the day won't be a dry one, so why does it matter if she gets a little wet before the show begins? At least the ocean will catch her because no one else will; she won't die from a little thing like this.
ooc | tags @sparrow notes aaaa, sorry this sucks, i'm so rusty ;; |
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