( colours sparkle along the ocean's waves, bright and shimmering. it's beautiful underneath the moonlight, but it feels uncomfortably familiar. almost like a dream. shiro is positive that he's already lived through this night before, sharing drinks and stories with a trusted teammate until they settled into a comfortable silence.
how long ago had that been?
he's not sure.
shiro's fingers twitch with the urge to touch the place where his prosthetic arm used to be as he looks out towards the ocean. there's nothing but air there, the limb missing without anything to replace it. he can be found standing on the beach for an extended amount of time. )
The ocean here is like nothing else.
( then he can be found sitting by a jormun, helping paint party-goers with bioluminscent body paints. )
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how long ago had that been?
he's not sure.
shiro's fingers twitch with the urge to touch the place where his prosthetic arm used to be as he looks out towards the ocean. there's nothing but air there, the limb missing without anything to replace it. he can be found standing on the beach for an extended amount of time. )
The ocean here is like nothing else.
( then he can be found sitting by a jormun, helping paint party-goers with bioluminscent body paints. )
Hold still. It'll smear.