Sam and Flynn, #37: Surf. Specifically that memory that has no real place in Legacy that haunts Flynn of the two of them on the shore skipping pebbles.
#63: First time Flynn buys Sam ice cream :) Or something.
003. Driftwoodcreator_manJune 8 2011, 09:38:30 UTC
"Now, I am telling you this is definitely not recommended to do a lot. The fumes aren't the best that you can breathe in, even out here in the open." Flynn didn't stop preparing the small bonfire anyway. "But sometimes, just sometimes, it's definitely worth seeing."
Jordan was almost too busy keeping the toddler from wandering too far or eating what he found in the sand, but she smiled over.
Her expression changed when the flames from the driftwood turned colors that fire usually didn't. Even small Sam watched the spectacle, his eyes wide and fascinated.
Hundreds of cycles. That's how long it took Flynn before his self-discipline allowed him to meditate every day.
It wasn't perfect.
There were times, millicycles upon millicycles when every time he closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, it would go to what was lost to him. The way Jordan's hair looked when it floated around her face in the pool. The way Sam resisted being taught to swim, until the shallow salty water buoyed him and he could feel it. The glitter of the sunrise on the surface of the water.
It was a late night for Alan and Sam and Quorra, and Flynn had used his key to borrow some books when Lora charged inside her home, tossed her purse, and poured herself a way too large drink on the rocks than she should be drinking alone.
It almost flew at his head, when he spoke up to let her know he was there. She always had good reflexes and very good aim.
He watched the ice cubes melt in the amber liquid as one of his best friends was crying her exhaustion and helplessness and frustration into his shoulder.
Jordan was wearing a loose, simple dress of white cotton. Long-sleeved and high-necked, and almost translucent, so thin. The effect was pretty stunning, really, and Flynn’s arms wrapped around her as soon as he was within reach, drawing a gasp.
He frowned and stepped back again, taking her hands in his, holding them up to his lips. Her blue eyes widened in anticipated… pain, he realized, as his lips brushed her too-heated skin and she rose to her tip-toes while he looked to see pale skin turned a hurting shade of red.
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Sam and Flynn, #37: Surf. Specifically that memory that has no real place in Legacy that haunts Flynn of the two of them on the shore skipping pebbles.
#63: First time Flynn buys Sam ice cream :) Or something.
#71: Quorra and Marv :D
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Jordan was almost too busy keeping the toddler from wandering too far or eating what he found in the sand, but she smiled over.
Her expression changed when the flames from the driftwood turned colors that fire usually didn't. Even small Sam watched the spectacle, his eyes wide and fascinated.
All of two minutes.
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It wasn't perfect.
There were times, millicycles upon millicycles when every time he closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, it would go to what was lost to him. The way Jordan's hair looked when it floated around her face in the pool. The way Sam resisted being taught to swim, until the shallow salty water buoyed him and he could feel it. The glitter of the sunrise on the surface of the water.
The Sea parting around an ISO.
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It almost flew at his head, when he spoke up to let her know he was there. She always had good reflexes and very good aim.
He watched the ice cubes melt in the amber liquid as one of his best friends was crying her exhaustion and helplessness and frustration into his shoulder.
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He frowned and stepped back again, taking her hands in his, holding them up to his lips. Her blue eyes widened in anticipated… pain, he realized, as his lips brushed her too-heated skin and she rose to her tip-toes while he looked to see pale skin turned a hurting shade of red.
Well, he knew what to do about that.
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