deeper into the drink [calla]
Feb 25, 2017 22:43:41 GMT -5
Post by Gavin on Feb 25, 2017 22:43:41 GMT -5
S E R E N W A R F I E L D he wasn't comfortable. you could tell that much. it was clear- the tension in his jaw, the way he stood poised to run at any moment. you weren't sure why exactly. there weren't really many people around- just you and a younger girl, and Ripred knew you were nothing intimidating. he probably hadn't even seen you- you were careful about these things, had folded your long legs and tucked yourself inside a crevice in the rocks just deep enough for you to fit. you weren't far from the water- the odd boisterous wave still managed to tap at your feet now and then. you had enough cover to hide yourself from sight, but still a vantage point of the one break in the cliff face where people could access the beach. it was a perfect spot. for days like this it was, anyway. you weren't in the mood for chasing down confrontation. you had other places to go for that. this boy was making it seem like an appealing option, though. you spent a lot of time people-watching, so your observational skills were decent enough you figured he could take care of himself in a fight, though he looked shorter than you by quite a bit. that didn't mean much. most people were. there was something on his face- you weren't sure if it was closer to terror or repulsion. you didn't know why he would even be here if he was having such a terrible time. it was your beach, you thought, grumpy and a little entitled. people weren't supposed to come here much. the water was freezing, and there were rocks everywhere anyways. it wasn't a very nice place by most people's standards. he must have had some reason, though. Ripred knows you did- this morning, sitting at the breakfast table. your mother is chattering about Sea's latest escapade. you interrupt her- "it's my birthday in two weeks," and her eyes go wide for a second before she laughs, says "of course, honey, I know that," and continues on with her story. she did not know that, you know for a fact. our birthday, you should have said, but you haven't seen Chris in months. not that your parents are concerned much. thinking about it makes your skin itch. you're biting your fingers again. you were too caught in the brief memory to notice. it's a bad habit, but it's probably better than getting in fights with everyone you see. when it's not your fingers, it's your lips, and those look fucked enough already. at least with your hands the damage isn't so obvious. Ripred, why is this guy so distressed? does he have any idea what he's supposed to be doing? you're standing up before you can help it. "did you...need something?" there's the perfect touch of casual disdain in your voice. hopefully it's enough to distract him from realizing how long you'd been staring. template by chelsey |
