Of Seasides, Teasing, and Childhood Nostalgia
Of seaside’s, teasing, and childhood nostalgia.
Length: One-shot
Characters: Arianna, Kori
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: It’s been years since they’ve met, but nothing’s really changed.
She breathes in deep.
The air is tinged with the smell of salt. It’s something she hasn’t experienced in a while. She drops her khaki-coloured bag onto the grey, slightly damp stone under her before sitting down, legs swinging over the edge of the large rock that acts as her seat.
She briefly scans the setting before her. The skies are painted gray today, rainclouds looming low over the ocean, looking as if they were on the brink of tearing. No rain though.
The slight murky water of the sea laps at the edge of the rocks around her. They’re large and chiseled, varying in shades of gray. She somehow feels that they have shrunk since the last time she has been here. How old was she then? Ten? Twelve? It was a while ago.
“Here,” The feeling of cool metal pressing against her skull brings her out of her thoughts. Leaning back, she accepts the can of Fanta that’s pressed into her palm. She looks momentarily at the young man who’s delivered her drink, flashes him a grin and raises the can in a show of thanks.
He takes a seat beside her and sprawls out his legs, feet barely dangling off the edge of the stone.
She laughs.
“Are you still afraid of falling?” she asks, teasingly.
He rolls his eyes, blue irises vivid. He snaps open his own can of Cola. “Don’t be so immature.”
She can’t help the smirk that erupts over her face, head tilting instinctively, letting long, loose strands of dirty-blonde wash over her cheek.
“At least if you fall this time, you can lift yourself up.” She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, though her grin widens, “Hopefully, you won’t cry too much this time.”
He lets out a whine of protest and kicks at her playfully, “I was ten, Ari. I was small and scared and it was cold down there -”
Before he can continue she cuts in, “Not to mention shy and insecure with a major inferiority complex.”
He snorts, turning the contents of his drink in his can, “Anyone would feel inferior growing up beside a loud-mouthed, attention-grabbing brat like you.”
She gasps, hand flying to her chest, “Is that any way to speak to your big sister, Ko? And after seeing her for the first time in years, by God - shame on you little brother, shame!”
He chuckles slightly into his drink as her voice drifts off.
There’s a sudden silence that plays around them. They busy themselves with the salty wind blowing against them, the darkened sky, the sound waves hitting shore. The feeling of nostalgia.
He looks up at her once, his blue eyes catching her brown ones, and she raises an eyebrow curiously.
“I’m older than you, you know.” he mumbles softly against the rim of his can.
She’s silent for a split-second, then, she laughs.
A/N: Hey~! This is a short mini-story from my Universe-Series "At Benton" revolving around brother-sister pair Ari and Ko C: Please comment if you read thanks!
Oh, and this was a short story I published in a Magazine called "Diaspora Dialogue" . That's
Length: One-shot
Characters: Arianna, Kori
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: It’s been years since they’ve met, but nothing’s really changed.
She breathes in deep.
The air is tinged with the smell of salt. It’s something she hasn’t experienced in a while. She drops her khaki-coloured bag onto the grey, slightly damp stone under her before sitting down, legs swinging over the edge of the large rock that acts as her seat.
She briefly scans the setting before her. The skies are painted gray today, rainclouds looming low over the ocean, looking as if they were on the brink of tearing. No rain though.
The slight murky water of the sea laps at the edge of the rocks around her. They’re large and chiseled, varying in shades of gray. She somehow feels that they have shrunk since the last time she has been here. How old was she then? Ten? Twelve? It was a while ago.
“Here,” The feeling of cool metal pressing against her skull brings her out of her thoughts. Leaning back, she accepts the can of Fanta that’s pressed into her palm. She looks momentarily at the young man who’s delivered her drink, flashes him a grin and raises the can in a show of thanks.
He takes a seat beside her and sprawls out his legs, feet barely dangling off the edge of the stone.
She laughs.
“Are you still afraid of falling?” she asks, teasingly.
He rolls his eyes, blue irises vivid. He snaps open his own can of Cola. “Don’t be so immature.”
She can’t help the smirk that erupts over her face, head tilting instinctively, letting long, loose strands of dirty-blonde wash over her cheek.
“At least if you fall this time, you can lift yourself up.” She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, though her grin widens, “Hopefully, you won’t cry too much this time.”
He lets out a whine of protest and kicks at her playfully, “I was ten, Ari. I was small and scared and it was cold down there -”
Before he can continue she cuts in, “Not to mention shy and insecure with a major inferiority complex.”
He snorts, turning the contents of his drink in his can, “Anyone would feel inferior growing up beside a loud-mouthed, attention-grabbing brat like you.”
She gasps, hand flying to her chest, “Is that any way to speak to your big sister, Ko? And after seeing her for the first time in years, by God - shame on you little brother, shame!”
He chuckles slightly into his drink as her voice drifts off.
There’s a sudden silence that plays around them. They busy themselves with the salty wind blowing against them, the darkened sky, the sound waves hitting shore. The feeling of nostalgia.
He looks up at her once, his blue eyes catching her brown ones, and she raises an eyebrow curiously.
“I’m older than you, you know.” he mumbles softly against the rim of his can.
She’s silent for a split-second, then, she laughs.
A/N: Hey~! This is a short mini-story from my Universe-Series "At Benton" revolving around brother-sister pair Ari and Ko C: Please comment if you read thanks!
Oh, and this was a short story I published in a Magazine called "Diaspora Dialogue" . That's