whenever I think of halia I have this image of them by the beach. I can’t explain why, but it’s quintessentially them. There’s this fic I’d love to write which feels just like those calm ocean photos taken on some crappy 10 year old camera, and somehow conveys that same sense of nostalgia. They’re kids skipping rocks by the shore, they’re on the bus to school talking about liking boys they don’t really care about, they’re jumping waves, they’re looking for crabs between the rocks, they’re walking through fields where the grass reaches their hips, they’re looking at each other too long, they’re getting too close, and then it culminates. Then they drift a little, and things get messed up, and they don’t go to the beach for a long time.
When they do, after everything, it’s mellow, like its every nothing in the world. something vague like that