Crumble (Legend of Korra, #22: Crumble)
Title: Crumble
Author/Artist: oozu/Gabubu
Character/Pairing: Bolin
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Theme: #22: Crumble
Sand burned against his toughened soles, rolled up green pants stopping below the knee and his gray shirt billowing in the salty breeze. It was a lazy day, a nice time to sit alone in the sand, hidden amongst the crowds.
Bolin didn't bring a towel or a blanket or any accessory other than the clothes on his back and a few yuans for snacks. The sun was cast strongly over the sky and it shined on Yue Bay, glinting and glinting, making the fashionable use of a contraption known as sunglasses popular. Scantily-clad youth and modestly draped elders milled around the beach, covering the earthbender's loneliness.
Bolin kneeled along the shoreline, surrounded by packed, soaked sand- a few shades darker than its cousin formed in softer dunes. Carefully, he patted and pinched the exfoliating powder into a simple castle, the days of forming miniature or gigantic fireferrets gone. For now, females in the appropriate age range (for some reason) did not flock to his side, so he avoided female names and flowers and hearts. Dipping his nails against the mold-able material, he drafted a moat as his thoughts wandered to another time.
Father loved the beach, the bay, and the sea. He'd be set as a waterbender, mama would joke. Or so Mako told him. He really only remembered visiting the bay whenever he was out with his father, and the soft smile nature only granted him- not fatherly or romantic love and affection. La received a different, soft, pleasant smile. Something as natural as the comfort of earth on bare feet on a soft spring day.
The earthbender looked toward the sky, carefully keeping his eyes away from the burn of the sun, as he wondered if the Ocean missed his father's gentle smile as he did. If the Ocean knew of his death and if it mourned every time a sand castle crumbled or footsteps faded from the sand, wiped clean by waves. Maybe La cried against the cliffs on the other edge of the beach when he and his brother muffled their cries together, standing before a piece of stone so cold and so lifeless a chiseler went at it instead of a bender.
But most of all, Bolin hoped the Ocean liked the smile he had for it- the soft, slightly sad turn of the lips that crossed his face as he glanced at the sometimes choppy, sometimes tranquil waters. As he looked at the same seas his father did, years before. Bolin hoped the Ocean remembered his father, perhaps- maybe even more than he did- even when the sand dried and crumbled and his designs to the sea and the past fell apart.
Also on FFN: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8413305/7/Heart-of-Malachite
Author/Artist: oozu/Gabubu
Character/Pairing: Bolin
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Theme: #22: Crumble
Sand burned against his toughened soles, rolled up green pants stopping below the knee and his gray shirt billowing in the salty breeze. It was a lazy day, a nice time to sit alone in the sand, hidden amongst the crowds.
Bolin didn't bring a towel or a blanket or any accessory other than the clothes on his back and a few yuans for snacks. The sun was cast strongly over the sky and it shined on Yue Bay, glinting and glinting, making the fashionable use of a contraption known as sunglasses popular. Scantily-clad youth and modestly draped elders milled around the beach, covering the earthbender's loneliness.
Bolin kneeled along the shoreline, surrounded by packed, soaked sand- a few shades darker than its cousin formed in softer dunes. Carefully, he patted and pinched the exfoliating powder into a simple castle, the days of forming miniature or gigantic fireferrets gone. For now, females in the appropriate age range (for some reason) did not flock to his side, so he avoided female names and flowers and hearts. Dipping his nails against the mold-able material, he drafted a moat as his thoughts wandered to another time.
Father loved the beach, the bay, and the sea. He'd be set as a waterbender, mama would joke. Or so Mako told him. He really only remembered visiting the bay whenever he was out with his father, and the soft smile nature only granted him- not fatherly or romantic love and affection. La received a different, soft, pleasant smile. Something as natural as the comfort of earth on bare feet on a soft spring day.
The earthbender looked toward the sky, carefully keeping his eyes away from the burn of the sun, as he wondered if the Ocean missed his father's gentle smile as he did. If the Ocean knew of his death and if it mourned every time a sand castle crumbled or footsteps faded from the sand, wiped clean by waves. Maybe La cried against the cliffs on the other edge of the beach when he and his brother muffled their cries together, standing before a piece of stone so cold and so lifeless a chiseler went at it instead of a bender.
But most of all, Bolin hoped the Ocean liked the smile he had for it- the soft, slightly sad turn of the lips that crossed his face as he glanced at the sometimes choppy, sometimes tranquil waters. As he looked at the same seas his father did, years before. Bolin hoped the Ocean remembered his father, perhaps- maybe even more than he did- even when the sand dried and crumbled and his designs to the sea and the past fell apart.
Also on FFN: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8413305/7/Heart-of-Malachite