08-16-2019, 04:18 PM
idyllfields
stars did fall
from an outsider's perspective, the reaction to molasses-speed sand and creeping waves was entirely overdramatic. later on it would come to no surprise that idyll would feel embarrassed for behaving so childish for acting so frigidly on their phobia. while their gaze looked out into the sea, their vision was clouded with the murky water from the creek by their old home. the feeling of water filling their lungs and nose. the burning as they felt themselves growing cold and weaker from the current dragging them back and forth.
they gasped for air when luca bumped them, coughing as if the water was still there. their throat felt dry, still, slowly regaining recognition of where they were. they backed up a few steps from where they had been before and shook off the wet sand from their legs with a grunt. then, looking to luca, suddenly confused.
"did... did you call me starlight?" they stammered, tail twitching nervously. "i-ah... sorry. i normally do not let myself come this close to the water." idyll attempted to regain their posture but couldn't hide their twitching tail. "i was thinking. about some things. then i ended up... here... do i- can i help you, luca?"
quick to change the subject, idyll was not looking to explaining exactly what their thoughts had been about. they would rather move on... perhaps physically move on to drier land as well.
they gasped for air when luca bumped them, coughing as if the water was still there. their throat felt dry, still, slowly regaining recognition of where they were. they backed up a few steps from where they had been before and shook off the wet sand from their legs with a grunt. then, looking to luca, suddenly confused.
"did... did you call me starlight?" they stammered, tail twitching nervously. "i-ah... sorry. i normally do not let myself come this close to the water." idyll attempted to regain their posture but couldn't hide their twitching tail. "i was thinking. about some things. then i ended up... here... do i- can i help you, luca?"
quick to change the subject, idyll was not looking to explaining exactly what their thoughts had been about. they would rather move on... perhaps physically move on to drier land as well.
holding hands, making light .
they/them — typhoon — eastern coyote