Jun 12, 2010 19:47
Rei had taken the phrase 'Shore Leave' a bit literally. After a quick shopping trip to pick up some real clothes and a pair of swim trunks, he'd made his way down to a beach. Like usual, he was smiling like mad, though this time it was different. This time the smile actually made it to his eyes. He was actually happy now, instead of just faking happiness. Sure, he felt a bit self conscious, standing there in just trunks - without a shirt it was obvious how scrawny and out of shape he was, and though he hated having hair anywhere but his head, he hadn't shaved his legs in months. And this was the first time he'd ever exposed the long, diagonal claw scars on his back that he'd received during the craziness with the Nightmare King. But, hey, he still had his watch, chain looped around and worn around his neck like a pendant. He didn't feel all too exposed as long as he had that.
He'd grown up around beaches, and regularly used to go to them with his family. Standing there in the sand reminded him of those trips, and while he felt the familiar pang of sadness he did whenever he thought of his lost family, it brought back happy memories. Plus, he was finally on an alien world, and there was no way he couldn't be happy about that.
And he wanted - no, needed - to go swimming.
rei vargas,
!status: open,
!plot: shore leave,
aeneas