It's like wishing for rain in the desert[Jev/Kiah]
Nov 23, 2013 19:30:00 GMT -5
Post by Tango on Nov 23, 2013 19:30:00 GMT -5
Diamonds. Thousands upon thousands of sweet shimmering specks prancing upon the sea’s surface stretched for miles winking provocatively up towards the sinking sun. Serenity could be found upon any beach within these hours, the hours where the sky burnt magnificent colours and was set ablaze with fresh salmon streaks and oranges so bright the sun seemed to melt into their loving embrace. Dusk could bring peace to anyone, the faint whispers caught upon the wind brought inwards to coo calming lullabies into the ears of those willing to listen, the harmonic brush of the waves stroking the shore with immeasurable affection, all of it emitted a hypnotic illusion, a state of perpetual yet fleeting bliss. However no matter the hour, no matter the day, the month or year its mystical allurement failed to offer the district four girl any solace. The siren songs carried along the salted breeze brought no comfort and that cold familiar touch from the ocean’s apologetic brush brought no forgiveness as her indifferent emerald eyes cast their nonchalant stare towards the horizon.
Coral had been upon the beach for what seemed like an eternity, her hands rough and worn red from their work and a small yet admirable collection of completed nets crumpled at her side. Most, she assumed, preferred to do their work somewhere more sociable, perhaps surrounded by siblings in their homes or nestled in the centre of some immensely frustrating group of peers somewhere she herself would rather avoid until her last breath. Her preference however would forever stay beside the sea, placed upon the sand where the rough grains warmed by sympathetic rays could press consolingly against her skin with the ocean’s murmurs for comfort and the breeze as a constant companion.
Boredom had always hassled her busied mind, while her fingers worked obsessively on her creations the voices protesting in her thoughts demanded a moments rest, a moment to indulge in more favoured endeavors. For hours she dismissed the urge to escape her duties, to forget the job she’d been given to do and walk, walk forever and then when that was over walk for a moment longer. As time progressed however it became impossible to ignore that incessant nagging, that compulsion racing through her veins and swelling in the breadth of her chest. Within an instant she found herself weighing down the nets with a few rocks and then in a fraction of an instant her bare feet plunged into the golden grains, her legs throwing her forwards as her figure launched itself across the shore, one foot after the other with nothing but the wind and the waves snapping at her heels.
Endurance was a speciality and Coral in her mind could have ran for days, perhaps even conquered the whole beach several times over and then several more for good measure, but there were other obstacles, other difficulties and in this case it was her own careless footing. After nothing more than twenty minutes the tip of her foot caught the back of her heel and in a split second her entire frame was thrown to the ground leaving her leg grazed by an overturned log and a set of greatly offended seashells. The pain was delayed but the blood was instant, that quick thick flowing substance that oozed from the open wound curling around her calf however received nothing more than a restrained groan and a frustrated glare with her brows furrowed and her mouth melted into a displeased frown. “Dammit!”
Coral had been upon the beach for what seemed like an eternity, her hands rough and worn red from their work and a small yet admirable collection of completed nets crumpled at her side. Most, she assumed, preferred to do their work somewhere more sociable, perhaps surrounded by siblings in their homes or nestled in the centre of some immensely frustrating group of peers somewhere she herself would rather avoid until her last breath. Her preference however would forever stay beside the sea, placed upon the sand where the rough grains warmed by sympathetic rays could press consolingly against her skin with the ocean’s murmurs for comfort and the breeze as a constant companion.
Boredom had always hassled her busied mind, while her fingers worked obsessively on her creations the voices protesting in her thoughts demanded a moments rest, a moment to indulge in more favoured endeavors. For hours she dismissed the urge to escape her duties, to forget the job she’d been given to do and walk, walk forever and then when that was over walk for a moment longer. As time progressed however it became impossible to ignore that incessant nagging, that compulsion racing through her veins and swelling in the breadth of her chest. Within an instant she found herself weighing down the nets with a few rocks and then in a fraction of an instant her bare feet plunged into the golden grains, her legs throwing her forwards as her figure launched itself across the shore, one foot after the other with nothing but the wind and the waves snapping at her heels.
Endurance was a speciality and Coral in her mind could have ran for days, perhaps even conquered the whole beach several times over and then several more for good measure, but there were other obstacles, other difficulties and in this case it was her own careless footing. After nothing more than twenty minutes the tip of her foot caught the back of her heel and in a split second her entire frame was thrown to the ground leaving her leg grazed by an overturned log and a set of greatly offended seashells. The pain was delayed but the blood was instant, that quick thick flowing substance that oozed from the open wound curling around her calf however received nothing more than a restrained groan and a frustrated glare with her brows furrowed and her mouth melted into a displeased frown. “Dammit!”
