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Random. Totally random.
I don't know why I wrote it.
Oh, well.
Was this ‘home’? Perhaps, in some sense of the word, he could call it that if he felt the need to do so. Honestly, there were a handful of places open to being ‘home’ for him, most of which he had not caught a glimpse of in years and some of which he visited religiously. The familiarity of this place allowed for him to relax almost immediately as he stepped barefoot on to the warm sands. It was a scene that could be described quite simply as perfect, he decided, and he realized that this was why it was so easy to make this his first place of return. It felt so good to no longer be lost.
The sun was nearly set as he reached the shore, marveling in the sharp contrast between warm sand and icy waters as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back for the sake of feeling the soft wind against his neck. He smiled, turning slowly until her stood with one foot in the water and the other in the sand before lowering himself to lie down on his back. Wings outstretched, the right sprawling carelessly across the warmed sand while the other splashed haphazardly in to the shifting tide. His smile widened, bare torso stretching as his hands locked together just above his head-it seemed almost as if he had done this here before. As if it was at some time common for him to happily confuse his body with the contrasts in temperature and texture.
He did not acknowledge the approaching footsteps, save for the slight softening of his previously self-satisfied smile. He knew who it was, he always knew who it was. No one walked quite like she did, nor did anyone have the distinct little sigh that she did, where you could tell that she was unsure of just what to think of you. “I suppose it is nice to know you are still alive,” the girl mused, crouching carefully beside her father-her attire did not suit crouching very well, not that it mattered as her father did not care and his eyes were not open, anyway.
The other’s smile disappeared, in a sense, only to allow a short and somewhat humorless laugh to escape before the expression returned. “Yes, I am just as alive as ever, so far as I know,” he responded, exhaling slowly before opening his eyes to glance over at his daughter’s worried expression. She was frowning, a look that he had never liked to see on her face, and her brow was furrowed in a way that almost made her look annoyed. Then again, she probably was annoyed with him, judging by the way she was sitting back on her heels with her back perfectly straight as she eyed him. “What?” He inquired, his tone one of mock-innocence as his eyes sparked playfully in the remaining spill of dying sun.
“Why did you leave, Father?”
He had long since bothered with trying to convince that there was no need to address him so formerly, that ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’ would do nicely. She had always told him that both were disrespectful and she had no wish to show him disrespect. To her, ‘Father’ showed her love for him just fine. At least she was not calling him by his name, right? “I needed to go somewhere.”” This was likely not the kind of answer she had wanted, but it was not one that would surprise her-she knew him well, after all.
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
Silence, then. Both turned their attention to the final fight between the darkness and the sun, enjoying what they could of the light before it was swallowed entirely by the night sky. It was then that the girl stood, watching her father move to stand as well. The pleasure of the sand and water was gone now, both equally cool now, and he felt that it was time to venture elsewhere. He had other ‘homes’ to visist, after all. He had people that he needed to see, right? Though, it was questionable whether or not they were in any mood to see him. Having been gone without notice for some time, it was likely that more people than just his daughter were upset with him in some way or other.
“Hey...Breeze?”
“Yes, Father?”
“Do you think he still loves me?”
That sigh again, accompanied by a gentle swat before the girl hooked her arm with his.
“ Of course he does. Don’t be ridiculous, Father.”
“Sorry.”
I don't know why I wrote it.
Oh, well.
Was this ‘home’? Perhaps, in some sense of the word, he could call it that if he felt the need to do so. Honestly, there were a handful of places open to being ‘home’ for him, most of which he had not caught a glimpse of in years and some of which he visited religiously. The familiarity of this place allowed for him to relax almost immediately as he stepped barefoot on to the warm sands. It was a scene that could be described quite simply as perfect, he decided, and he realized that this was why it was so easy to make this his first place of return. It felt so good to no longer be lost.
The sun was nearly set as he reached the shore, marveling in the sharp contrast between warm sand and icy waters as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back for the sake of feeling the soft wind against his neck. He smiled, turning slowly until her stood with one foot in the water and the other in the sand before lowering himself to lie down on his back. Wings outstretched, the right sprawling carelessly across the warmed sand while the other splashed haphazardly in to the shifting tide. His smile widened, bare torso stretching as his hands locked together just above his head-it seemed almost as if he had done this here before. As if it was at some time common for him to happily confuse his body with the contrasts in temperature and texture.
He did not acknowledge the approaching footsteps, save for the slight softening of his previously self-satisfied smile. He knew who it was, he always knew who it was. No one walked quite like she did, nor did anyone have the distinct little sigh that she did, where you could tell that she was unsure of just what to think of you. “I suppose it is nice to know you are still alive,” the girl mused, crouching carefully beside her father-her attire did not suit crouching very well, not that it mattered as her father did not care and his eyes were not open, anyway.
The other’s smile disappeared, in a sense, only to allow a short and somewhat humorless laugh to escape before the expression returned. “Yes, I am just as alive as ever, so far as I know,” he responded, exhaling slowly before opening his eyes to glance over at his daughter’s worried expression. She was frowning, a look that he had never liked to see on her face, and her brow was furrowed in a way that almost made her look annoyed. Then again, she probably was annoyed with him, judging by the way she was sitting back on her heels with her back perfectly straight as she eyed him. “What?” He inquired, his tone one of mock-innocence as his eyes sparked playfully in the remaining spill of dying sun.
“Why did you leave, Father?”
He had long since bothered with trying to convince that there was no need to address him so formerly, that ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’ would do nicely. She had always told him that both were disrespectful and she had no wish to show him disrespect. To her, ‘Father’ showed her love for him just fine. At least she was not calling him by his name, right? “I needed to go somewhere.”” This was likely not the kind of answer she had wanted, but it was not one that would surprise her-she knew him well, after all.
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
Silence, then. Both turned their attention to the final fight between the darkness and the sun, enjoying what they could of the light before it was swallowed entirely by the night sky. It was then that the girl stood, watching her father move to stand as well. The pleasure of the sand and water was gone now, both equally cool now, and he felt that it was time to venture elsewhere. He had other ‘homes’ to visist, after all. He had people that he needed to see, right? Though, it was questionable whether or not they were in any mood to see him. Having been gone without notice for some time, it was likely that more people than just his daughter were upset with him in some way or other.
“Hey...Breeze?”
“Yes, Father?”
“Do you think he still loves me?”
That sigh again, accompanied by a gentle swat before the girl hooked her arm with his.
“ Of course he does. Don’t be ridiculous, Father.”
“Sorry.”