Sep 08, 2009 01:21
The beach had thin white sand, calm waves and sunbathing area, with some chairs and umbrellas and a nearby bar. At the end of the sore, there are rocks to explore and snorkeling to see the underwater creatures that live in the small reef. On the other end, a small dock with no boats, but a perfect spot for either jumping into the water or fishing.
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Should I have left him in the room? What if he just got mad? Should I say something?
He tried to not notice when Vash came a little closer, but subconciously, moved a bit closer besides him. When his fingers touched his however.
He was slightly startled with surprise. Of course he had already thought of grabbing his hand himself, but was worried it would only agitate Vash more, especially in public. He felt his heart skip a beat, his face flushing, then laced his fingers with his. With the squeeze he felt a bit of his anxiety wash away. Becoming a bit calmer when he reached the, what seemed to be a lot emptier than expected, sea.
He smiled peacefully, leaning a bit closer to Vash so their shoulders brushed together, squeezing his hand softly.
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The place might have been far away from Estonia, but there was something always unmistakable about the sea air. The salty tang in the air was something almost sweet to him. It was nice, that despite the moist atmosphere, next to the sea it was hardly ever humid, thanks to the fresh seabreeze.
He was a bit more aware of humidity, it hardly posed a threat or danger, but he had become more cautious of damp and watery place ever since his powers manifested. Not surprisingly, since electricity never really mixed with water, most liquids for that matter.
He leaned a bit closer against Vash, squeezing his hand softly. Feeling at ease, safer, so close to him. He blushed very lightly, flicking his eyes up to look at his for a moment. It would be much easier to drown in his eyes than in the sea. He blushed a bit heavier at that thought, quickly looking ( ... )
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The Swiss glared at everybody, Iceland, Norway, France, and even Eduard; even if he knew it was really the Estonian’s fault. It was just his very own bad mood returning full force.
Half mumbling, Vash looked straight into the sea. Eduard probably wants to talk to the others now… Fine.
“…You should go see how your brother is doing. I-I’ll just stay here and wait for you.”
And with that, the Swiss looked down to the sand, and after kicking it a little to make sure it would be a comfortable spot, he let gravity pull him downwards, sitting with his legs folded in front of him, hugging his knees.
…Stupid heat…
((I’m sorry for another really awful post.))
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