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Selkie Lake; Saturday [07/11].
Jul. 11th, 2020 02:10 pmAfter realizing very quickly that any conversation with Sabine that day was going to lead to their apparent mutual mother issues, which neither of them wanted at all, Astrid knew she had no choice but to go and find somewhere to be where she could be alone with her own thoughts and her own truth and not risk spilling anything to anyone.
But with the power out, the pool was also out, and if she went to the beach, she'd probably start floating out to with the tides and just let them take her...
...maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all.
But, while she contempltated that idea, she chose instead the little lake by Selkie Cove, where she could float somewhere that wasn't completely dark, still feeling the sun on her face, and just exist, suspended in water, forgetting about everything else. The heat, the swimsuit she'd been living in for days now, the oppressive desire to suddenly open up and tell her truth, even though she herself was not even sure what that was.
This. This could be her truth right now, for the time being. Just her and the water and the sun and sweat on her skin and vast nothingness and the slow realization that she probably should have thought to bring sunscreen.
[[ absolutely open if anyone wants to deal with Little Miss Repressed over here and the fact that I am definitely taking advantage of getting this particular day off of work. Edit for CW for death and violence, because these kids got ISSUES. ]]
But with the power out, the pool was also out, and if she went to the beach, she'd probably start floating out to with the tides and just let them take her...
...maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all.
But, while she contempltated that idea, she chose instead the little lake by Selkie Cove, where she could float somewhere that wasn't completely dark, still feeling the sun on her face, and just exist, suspended in water, forgetting about everything else. The heat, the swimsuit she'd been living in for days now, the oppressive desire to suddenly open up and tell her truth, even though she herself was not even sure what that was.
This. This could be her truth right now, for the time being. Just her and the water and the sun and sweat on her skin and vast nothingness and the slow realization that she probably should have thought to bring sunscreen.
[[ absolutely open if anyone wants to deal with Little Miss Repressed over here and the fact that I am definitely taking advantage of getting this particular day off of work. Edit for CW for death and violence, because these kids got ISSUES. ]]
