for the fic prompts: clint likes taking walks along the beach on rainy days and suddenly among all the grey he sees a flash of red hair that he just can't ignore. (i know this is probably kinda weird but i just love the image that i have in my head)
It's really just drizzling today, only drizzling, but no one else is out, just him, just him and the pounding of the waves, and he can feel it, on days like this, the pounding; can't hear it, quite, but he can feel it in his heels as he walks along the sand, everything gray and drowning.
His feet are pounding in time with the waves, like letting the bass pound on the radio, the only kind of music he likes much anymore, and the flash of red -- brighter than anything else out here -- catches his eye, and his head swivels quick to follow it.
She's standing under a streetlamp out on the road, and it's still drizzling, and the yellow light is pulling out the fire in her hair, lighting it up like a halo.
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