AV1 THOMAS | @chrysavis - FORT LAUDERDALE, 1990
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ< NO CHANCES OF TAKING A DIP? > < MAYBE LATER >
ㅤㅤThe question and answer roll into one another as seamlessly as the motion of the Independent's chest rising and falling, a call and response that garners a lopsided grin as fair lashes flutter closed, the warmth of sunlight from a singular sun streaming over skyward facing features. The diminished severity is a sensation that Seth had gotten used to but it isn't their primary means of focus, the high pitched cries of soaring seagulls overshadowed by the rhythmic crashing of waves, the effervescent lapping of vibrant water being a sound they never tire of given its scarcity on Gunsmoke. It was enough for them to consider finding work near the beach but… the overall options seemed a little limited given their skillset, the blond exceptionally handy with their hand-eye coordination, yet that didn’t necessarily translate into something that could be enjoyable applied without a bit of an additional effort to narrow down the possibilities ( not that they weren’t willing to learn! ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤMore importantly, it didn’t help that the propensity to hop around between locations was a habit that never quite seemed to dissipate, a sense of safety having long been established and yet stability continued to elude them, Cain’s suggestion for his brother to pick a spot and simply settle down like he did falling onto deaf ears given an aggravating itch that had long been beneath Vash’s marred skin, one that was explicitly tied to the other Independent despite circumstances having shifted ( old habits die hard while blossoming within culpability ). Shoulders pinned back whilst pivoting against splayed palms nestled in sand, there’s a faint wince as serenity is interjected with a piercing stuttering and stalling, amber toned gaze finally opening to disorientedly turn in the direction of a car sloppily parked to one side, a mop of dark curls intermittently disappearing beneath the hood with apparent expert prowess and slipping into the driver’s seat.
ㅤㅤSeth watches this play out back-and-forth for a few moments before hoisting themselves upright, hands patting down against dark linen trousers to amble across, fingertips twitching into a semblance of a wave to get the man’s attention. “Need a hand, friend?”
