[ AW ] Leap Wishes

Eternal love only exists in distress

Ah, the cawing cry of seagulls! Perhaps the one sound that truly grattttteeesss upon his ears. He scowls, despite the lightness in his chest as he coasts along the shoreline, toes kicking the clinking stones. He cannot see their radiant beauty, nor can he appreciate the way reflections ripple and distort and push and pull. He knows only that the smoothness of the stones is soothing upon his weary wandering feet and he find himself along a sandy dune whereupon he settles. The sky is clear and the water is fresh, and the seagulls are finally beginning to calm the fuck down and so he sees no reason why he shouldn't grasp the chance, for here on a beach, it is lightning in a bottle. He leans forward, listening to the quiet roar of the waves crashing along the shore, the tiny scuttle of bird feet in the near-distance. The rhythm of his surroundings, as it were, for even the earth has a heartbeat if one is intuitive enough to listen, to hear it.

He listens, he waits. And eventually, he hums along with the staggered and staccato song of the sea until it draws itself out into chords, long and flowing and effortlessly deep. It is a song without words, a song that follows no real continuous rhythm but still flows from one sound to the next with the rising and falling of the tide. It is, after all, a form of meditation, something he has been sorely lacking in the previous few days. Here, he finds some quiet solace, and thus slips back beneath the veil and drifts off, letting his frayed mind wander along the music.

@Lacuna

Ah, it was good to be home. Her paws graced the familiar grounds of the Mainlands and she let them carry her wherever they chose. And soon, she found herself wandering towards the west coast where the beach crashed loudly across the shore, like constant roaring thunder. Some may be startled by it but Lacuna felt comfortable with the rhythmic pounding. The tide pools were often visited by the young student before she left for the college and she liked to stare into them for hours, finding new and different ways to view herself.

As the cream fae walked along the shoreline, she noticed a figure in the distance, standing still and admiring (or at least that's what she assumed they were doing) the beach. She smiled, continuing her way towards them until finally, she was close enough to hear a strange humming from what she determined was a man as he gazed out towards the ocean. "That's an interesting song," she commented, indicating her presence if he hadn't already yet noticed her. Lacuna glanced to the water that pooled before him and she gestured to it, "Do you see anything interesting in it?"

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@Mercury

Eternal love only exists in distress

His ears swivel, and one of them twists back towards her little lilting voice before he owlishly twists his head back over his shoulders, unseeing eyes directed in her...vague presence. The action causes him hum to stop, and he regards her in an eerie silence for a long moment before the rest of his body twists and swivels to follow the motion of his head so that he's properly facing her, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side. His grin is unending, a proper cheshire smile as he sweeps a foot through the seafoam before him to shatter the already well-broken reflection of his person,"Oh, there are many things you can see in a mirror but alas, this place is not one of them. I listen." He states. He has not yet made his way to the Mirror Lake and so he does not yet seek the answers the surface and depths would both give.

He lifts a paw and collapses almost dramatically into the sand with a surprisingly loud 'pompf', though he ends up sprawled quite comfortably along the dunes and poking at a tiny crab that he's disturbed with his theatrics,"Why? Is there something you wish to see? A thing you wish to know, to learn? Tell me, what is it you desire? What ails you?" His pokes and prods at her presence just as he does the crab, though her mind is something he could unfold far easier than a crab. That is, if she answers. "What is it that you see in these reflections? What distortions drive you? Come now, small talk is easy." If this is his version of small talk, however, imagine what his version of intense questioning may be.

@Lacuna