Moonlit Shores
WHO: May, Duo
WHERE: La Jolla Shores, Sand Diego, CA
WHEN: Nearing midnight, Thursday, June 26 (kinda backdated? but not really.)
WHAT: May gets introspective. AND SUDDENLY! INTERRUPTING DUO. Also, skivvie-dipping.
WARNINGS: HUEG OP post, originally a solo log. Introspect, slightly angsty and d'aww undertones, and inevitably fluff.
It was already dark out, but the beach was well lit by the city lights and the lights in the lot behind- not to mention the moon out tonight was fairly visible. Sitting out on a sandy dune, it was almost low tide, the waves pulled back to expose the pitted and smoothed wet sand that was normally covered- it would be a great opportunity, perhaps, for shell searching, or hermit crab hunting. But tonight May wasn't in the mood for any of those things.
It seemed their time in San Diego was nearing its end a last. She was sure she would never forget a second of it, she was sure of it. All the experiences she'd had here- her first time outside Clairbourn, the first time she'd ever seen so many people in her life, the first time she'd traveled, learning to swim, swimming with dolphins even, and more- she couldn't begin to imagine being able to do something like this more than once in her life. And if she did, certainly she wouldn't be able to do it for a living, would she? The idea was wonderful, but she held her doubts.
Staring off into the vast inky blackness of the night time ocean, her mind turned to thoughts of a life at sea. It was a wondrous sight to behold, the waves gently lapping at the tide line, where further out one could be sure there was a vicious and powerful rolling like muscles underneath that pulled and pushed those gentle waves about with brute strength. That was the force that all sailors- even pirates- had to respect and fear and be in awe of all at the same time. The crushing force of the ocean was something to be respected, yet challenged as one moved across it, in pursuit of a dream or treasure of some sort. A wrong turn on those powerful yet deceivingly calm waves could lead to your demise. But could she do it? Since she had arrived she had not seen a single semblance- apart from perhaps, a cartoonish and nostalgic one- of real piracy, with this immense sea right here! Of course, any bandits were probably in hiding, she knew that- but once in awhile she figured she would be able to pick one out. Yet she never did. Where were all those brave soldiers of the sea? Did she have to go someplace else? Where civilization and dolphin tanks and ice cream and all those sorts of things were in short supply, and in its place was only one's self reliance and a loyal crew? Maybe that's where she needed to go, someday.
Hugging her knees closer to herself, she sighed. If she could. The doubts of her dream were making themselves more real in this place, with the ocean challenging before her and the challenges and mockeries of others around her- that pirates weren't real, couldn't be real in this world, at least not the kind that one saw in movies and books and TV. These days, 'pirates' were just downright thieves, with no romance or fear to their name with the common person. Not that she had any wish to specifically cause fear in the everyday person; but she quietly wished that once, someone would look upon her ambitions with a fearful and wild eye and see that this girl was going to be a cut-throat swashbuckler. Staring out along the shoreline, she finally took a deep breath and stood again, slowly approaching the low tide. Her feet squelched in the wet sand, leaving prints that would surely be gone before anyone else saw them. She slowed her pace further when she approached the point where the waves rolled in, stopping and watching the waters lap at her toes. A step in, and she sighed as the cool salty water took her foot, then taking another step, and another. The ocean now held her a little further than her ankles.
Someday, she'd make this everyday.
WHERE: La Jolla Shores, Sand Diego, CA
WHEN: Nearing midnight, Thursday, June 26 (kinda backdated? but not really.)
WHAT: May gets introspective. AND SUDDENLY! INTERRUPTING DUO. Also, skivvie-dipping.
WARNINGS: HUEG OP post, originally a solo log. Introspect, slightly angsty and d'aww undertones, and inevitably fluff.
It was already dark out, but the beach was well lit by the city lights and the lights in the lot behind- not to mention the moon out tonight was fairly visible. Sitting out on a sandy dune, it was almost low tide, the waves pulled back to expose the pitted and smoothed wet sand that was normally covered- it would be a great opportunity, perhaps, for shell searching, or hermit crab hunting. But tonight May wasn't in the mood for any of those things.
It seemed their time in San Diego was nearing its end a last. She was sure she would never forget a second of it, she was sure of it. All the experiences she'd had here- her first time outside Clairbourn, the first time she'd ever seen so many people in her life, the first time she'd traveled, learning to swim, swimming with dolphins even, and more- she couldn't begin to imagine being able to do something like this more than once in her life. And if she did, certainly she wouldn't be able to do it for a living, would she? The idea was wonderful, but she held her doubts.
Staring off into the vast inky blackness of the night time ocean, her mind turned to thoughts of a life at sea. It was a wondrous sight to behold, the waves gently lapping at the tide line, where further out one could be sure there was a vicious and powerful rolling like muscles underneath that pulled and pushed those gentle waves about with brute strength. That was the force that all sailors- even pirates- had to respect and fear and be in awe of all at the same time. The crushing force of the ocean was something to be respected, yet challenged as one moved across it, in pursuit of a dream or treasure of some sort. A wrong turn on those powerful yet deceivingly calm waves could lead to your demise. But could she do it? Since she had arrived she had not seen a single semblance- apart from perhaps, a cartoonish and nostalgic one- of real piracy, with this immense sea right here! Of course, any bandits were probably in hiding, she knew that- but once in awhile she figured she would be able to pick one out. Yet she never did. Where were all those brave soldiers of the sea? Did she have to go someplace else? Where civilization and dolphin tanks and ice cream and all those sorts of things were in short supply, and in its place was only one's self reliance and a loyal crew? Maybe that's where she needed to go, someday.
Hugging her knees closer to herself, she sighed. If she could. The doubts of her dream were making themselves more real in this place, with the ocean challenging before her and the challenges and mockeries of others around her- that pirates weren't real, couldn't be real in this world, at least not the kind that one saw in movies and books and TV. These days, 'pirates' were just downright thieves, with no romance or fear to their name with the common person. Not that she had any wish to specifically cause fear in the everyday person; but she quietly wished that once, someone would look upon her ambitions with a fearful and wild eye and see that this girl was going to be a cut-throat swashbuckler. Staring out along the shoreline, she finally took a deep breath and stood again, slowly approaching the low tide. Her feet squelched in the wet sand, leaving prints that would surely be gone before anyone else saw them. She slowed her pace further when she approached the point where the waves rolled in, stopping and watching the waters lap at her toes. A step in, and she sighed as the cool salty water took her foot, then taking another step, and another. The ocean now held her a little further than her ankles.
Someday, she'd make this everyday.