whitecaps - cosetty/frisson
Jun 26, 2015 21:14:41 GMT -5
Post by cosetty on Jun 26, 2015 21:14:41 GMT -5
Just keep me where the light is.
Aelinor bit the inside of her lip. Of course he carries it all the time, Tristan's a surfer, after all. Not to mention his wingspan was much longer than hers; he'd be able to carry the surfboard no problem. She swallowed a giggle back down her throat, but it got stuck. It throbbed tightly before releasing. It was cute how earnest he was. Ael had been trying to be funny, but he obviously thought she was being at least a little serious.
On second thought, maybe she had been. No way could she carry that monstrosity. On third thought, maybe she just had to get better at being funny.
The sand was soft under her toes, but it pricked where it stuck to her skin, causing an itch. Absentmindedly, she brushed extra sand from her arms and dress, sprinkling it into the wind. He replied quickly to her request at breakfast, which sent a bright smile of relief across her face. A rushed string of words fell from his mouth, as if tripping over each other in their eagerness. Ael could tell he tried to reign himself in. "I mean, it sounds great. Awesome." Maybe trying to impress me? "I'm starving." Her stomach cramped slightly in hunger, protesting. It was foolish to leave the house earlier this morning without eating anything, but food just wasn't on her mind when she left. She thought idly about the two-day old buns left in the breadbox. They'd be a little stale now, but still good.
"Me too. I haven't eaten yet." She was half-wondering if she should offer up one of those buns when he spoke. It seemed natural to invite him to her home, her kitchen, her safe space. I've only met him this morning! Is it too soon to be feeling this way? "I know a place that might give me a meal or two on the house. A friend works there."
The problem was solved before it could even form fully in her head. Inviting boys- practically strangers, no matter how handsome- into her home was a battle for another day. She looked up at him with a small smile. Ael could practically feel her blue eyes sparkling. Is that even possible? When he finished explaining the location of 'the place', he looked down at her and it nearly took the breath from her lungs. But not in an asthmatic way, not in an I-Can't-Breathe! way; in a warm, new, exciting way.
Tristan looked as if she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, as if her hair was spun from the silken rays of the sun. They locked eyes and Ael was lost to the world, existing only within this moment, which stretched on forever and was over in an instant. She blinked, the world came rushing back and he had put his board down, a blue shirt in his hands. He slipped it on, sand raining down from the bright fabric.
Well. At least she could concentrate a little better.
He was back at her side in mere moments, she hadn't even had the presence of mind of move, waiting patiently for him. (It was absolutely absolutely absolutely not in any way, shape or form because her knees felt a little weak.)
Then, he offered her his arm--she could hardly believe it. "Shall we?" Her nose twitched as she looked up at him, a brow furrowed incredulously, but she was smiling. Oh, she was smiling. Then, she couldn't even help it; she laughed. A bright sound that bubbled out of her lungs. After a breath, one hand covering her mouth as if to stifle the laughter that still shone through, she managed to speak. "Yes, I think we shall." She accepted his arm, linking her own through his elbow. Her wrist and hand rested against his forearm. Part of her worried that he could feel her racing heart through the pulse point in her wrist. Another part of her decided that she didn't really mind if he did.
Notes: yo sorry this took forever and a half. I find that every time I write for this thread it just gets cheesier and cheesier and I kind of don't care. (It's just so romantically cheesy, I can't <3)
