the beach is surprisingly beautiful. it pales in comparison with Atlantis but there is a lighthearted air around, filled with surprised gasps and laughter from far away. even the sight of the night sky has changed from what he has grown used to. it all looked like star showers every time he raised his head and adjusted his hat to see clearly.
it is fitting to throw a fixed look and call the whole experience transient. too fitting, perhaps.
he looks up until his eyes are meeting the stars, a calm stare before they turn melancholic. unconsciously, he stays still, not paying any attention to the sound from other people until the glow in the sky vanishes and it is with a slow blink that he remembers where he is. though his expression returns to impassive, he hums gently against the sea breeze. it is nothing that would seem remarkable or special, but the sound is akin to a lullaby — no words, nothing else apart from the strange care. each tone is delivered with an emotion that belies how sad it sounds.
he exhales, and the sorrow leaves without trace, as does the song but his face turns slightly curious. with a tilt to the side, he stares shamelessly at her face, trying to find out what could be going on her head.
“You look distracted. Did something happen?” if he did not know better, he would assume it was the fireworks. or maybe it was his lack of footwear against the sand, even when he had seen others doing the same. for a second, he muses what would have happened if he had borrowed that shirt from Kirschtaria. probably that particularly hilarious face from her.
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