dross, captain
she, her
25
august 17
Lilycove, Hoenn
bisexual
sailor / treasure hunter
nautica owner
how bold I was, could be - will be - still am
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skyler dross
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POSTED ON Apr 19, 2022 19:02:33 GMT
The sun had dipped under the horizon long enough for the sands to have lost their residual warmth. They were cold under the touch of Skyler's fingers as she took a swig of her beer, eyes fixed on the dark expanse before her.
Remnants of half-hearted revelry clung to her: a smear of glitter on her cheek, a neon bracelet around her wrist, a wild glint in her eyes that chased after a taste of reckless abandon.
Wherever she'd gone tonight, it'd failed to find her. Practised motions had felt hollow, inadequate, lacking in meaning. She'd found herself pulled out of club by some unexplainable itch, sweat dripping down the line of her spine. Drawn by another kind of drumbeat, she'd ended up at the beach. Of course.
How is it that sailors were lured to sail the ocean time and time again? What sort of insane fascination took hold of them, she thought, that they'd lay down their lives to its endless hunger?
"Cheers, bud," she says to the rising tide, raising her can of beer. Beyond the shallows, a red glow briefly makes its way to the surface.
Skyler knows it all too well. She, too, is hungry. @ solo wild
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