green eyes, blue skies ; natural disasters when she cries [closed (?!)]
WHO: Ba'ast [piratebaast] and Edward [ohshitnotmilk]
WHAT: A reunion of old lovers, although ... one isn't quite aware of that fact.
WHERE: The beach.
WHEN: Tonight.
If there was anything lately Ba'ast would admit to being grateful for, it was the warmer weather. The snow was pretty, on occasion, but she had never been fond of cold weather. Even now, as she settled on beach, the sand was still relatively warm. It was something she wished she could take pleasure in.
She just didn't feel like it, she supposed.
Ba'ast sighed, dragging her finger in the small grains beside her. Some mindless, nameless pattern she didn't much care to pay attention to. As it stood, she was much more interested in the crashing waves and the ships docked not too far in the distance. Anything to keep her from the depths of her thoughts. Sh hated thinking, anymore. Just doing was much more appealing.
She could visit Jan. Visit Apollo. Visit Leonard. Visit people she at least believed had an inkling of affection for her. No. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It had been a while since she'd visited much of anyone.
Alphonse had all but dropped off of her social map. So had Ling-- And everyone else related to Edward. Everyone who reminded her of him. Looked like him. Smelled like him. Talked like him.
At least now, she figured, the good to come out of his disappearance was the money that hung at her hips. Now that she wasn't spending the majority of her time with him, she spent it dancing and singing, working hr magic and using her charms to coax the coins from the hands of the wooed, wide-eyed patrons that stood in awe around her.
Why the hell was she still so hung up on him, anyway?
With a gentle shrug of hr shoulders, Ba'ast crawled forward, into the water. She laid herself down, and as the waves washed over her, she watched the stars above. The feeling of sinking in to the sand was a strange one, but one she welcomed. It felt almost like being carried away. Maybe she'd be taken home.
WHAT: A reunion of old lovers, although ... one isn't quite aware of that fact.
WHERE: The beach.
WHEN: Tonight.
If there was anything lately Ba'ast would admit to being grateful for, it was the warmer weather. The snow was pretty, on occasion, but she had never been fond of cold weather. Even now, as she settled on beach, the sand was still relatively warm. It was something she wished she could take pleasure in.
She just didn't feel like it, she supposed.
Ba'ast sighed, dragging her finger in the small grains beside her. Some mindless, nameless pattern she didn't much care to pay attention to. As it stood, she was much more interested in the crashing waves and the ships docked not too far in the distance. Anything to keep her from the depths of her thoughts. Sh hated thinking, anymore. Just doing was much more appealing.
She could visit Jan. Visit Apollo. Visit Leonard. Visit people she at least believed had an inkling of affection for her. No. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It had been a while since she'd visited much of anyone.
Alphonse had all but dropped off of her social map. So had Ling-- And everyone else related to Edward. Everyone who reminded her of him. Looked like him. Smelled like him. Talked like him.
At least now, she figured, the good to come out of his disappearance was the money that hung at her hips. Now that she wasn't spending the majority of her time with him, she spent it dancing and singing, working hr magic and using her charms to coax the coins from the hands of the wooed, wide-eyed patrons that stood in awe around her.
Why the hell was she still so hung up on him, anyway?
With a gentle shrug of hr shoulders, Ba'ast crawled forward, into the water. She laid herself down, and as the waves washed over her, she watched the stars above. The feeling of sinking in to the sand was a strange one, but one she welcomed. It felt almost like being carried away. Maybe she'd be taken home.