placebo
08-23-2022, 08:41 PM
Hasty beginnings - thats how he remembered her. Under her father's watchful eye and more. Split and torn from PTSD scattered men drunken in bars on the weekend. He remembered the fear in his chest as a teenager, asking that gardeners hand to their annual drowners hunt. Where men and women alike battled the crashing waves for slithering crabs and sea turtles that banked for more life in the ocean. a delicacy, a woman's first bite, and a soft shell trinket if you dared. His ears folded lightly as the off-shore breeze scuffed his already rough brow and with it carried a girl's voice, soft and summoning the turn of his head and the raise of his hips to greet her standing. "Afternoon.." It's hushed, but simply for the fact that his throat hadn't been used in days. Scratched and gravely, followed by the subtle clearing of his throat before throwing his head over his shoulder, in reference to where he had just been looking. "Do ya know of a way down?"
He wondered it of a different land - the shaded creeper was broad and not of the sea. Not agile and thin, smooth like the dolphins to the kissing eyes of sea snakes and more. He was bearish, with a broad short snout and ears that were nearly smothered by the lasting impression of his winter attire. thick and dusty - the remnants of the sea's salt on the tips of his hair and in between his pawpads. He found himself looking at her, then beyond. catching the multi-colored eye, unique and the creams atop her face.
My characters and I often are not in sync - IC is strictly IC.