There is always something about it that makes it so comforting in being within the water. The way how sounds became muffled, and everything feels so free and loose. It was almost like being in another world - a dream almost. For Mathias it is something a tad different. As cheesy as it sound, the water always felt like home for him. The feeling of belonging washes over him every time when he takes a dip within the academy’s pool, not quite homey but enough for comfort.
He couldn’t hear anything, and he was pleased about it - in fact, the only time silence washed over him was when he was swimming. He could feel the splash of the water against his raising arm, and the flurry of water being kicked by his feet. His movement was fluid, not excess, but well practice. Almost, just almost, it was like he was part of the water, a fish swimming along in it’s natural habitat. Another roll and he was off, swimming back to where he had started. The feeling of his lungs burning, screaming for air brought - as morbid as it can sound - some sense of aliveness within himself. Turning his head to the right, he took a quick breath before diving back into the water.
Blue, the water is so crystal blue - pretty - but not that one he quite liked. It was too clear, too transparent for his liking. He missed those icy seas that would wash up upon the coast of Denmark - the white, blue and black somehow mixing perfectly together. Instead of a heavy chlorine smell, it would be salty and fresh, with the taste of the cold breeze at the tip of his tongue. Once his finger had glazed at the feeling of tile, the Dane rises his head above the water, panting heavily at the laps he was doing for a good 2 hours.
Removing his goggles away, Mathias gave a small sigh. It still felt weird, like a feeling that didn’t feel just right. He carelessly throws his goggle in hand onto the side of the pool, pushing himself away from the ledge to only float on the calm waves of the pool. His own blue - ocean blue as many would comment on - studied the bright lights and tiles of the ceiling, as he let himself drift on, and on, with no real goal or purpose in mind. (Just like his own life.) It was relaxing, just him, silence and the soft sound of the water crashing against the ledge of the pool. But it wasn’t the intrusive and aggressive crash that he was used to, it was more smooth, calm and gentle. With another sigh, Mathias dive back down into the waters, maybe the water can protect him, from something, anything.
It was peaceful for a while, just the blond Dane, floating about occasionally in the pool. A sense of serenity filled the place, that is until the doors clicked open. Curious Mathias turned himself, wondering who it is that will be here, after all, so far it had only been him in the pool lately. He lazily swims over to the ledge, once secure, he runs a hand through his blond wet locks, pushing them back so he can see who is the newcomer of his solace.
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