Crash and lull -_=[Tamesis]=_-
Mar 8, 2013 21:38:17 GMT -6
Post by Atticus on Mar 8, 2013 21:38:17 GMT -6
Atticus stepped out of the shadows, the stars glittering above. The crash and lull of the sea on the sand seemed tranquil, laced with the passion of the sea, the calm, powerful giant, gentle, but mighty. Of all the things Atticus loved the most, it was watching the surface of the sea, bobbing and weaving back and forth, up and down, an eternal dance with the moon, which currently glittered on the surface of the water like a dim beacon to those out on this humid, windy night. His eyes scanned the beach, and saw an islet, a bridge connecting it to the main island. He started towards the bridge, stopping only when he heard the laughter of several kids, probably camping out, as they ran under the bridge and towards the little deck on the south side of the island.
"..."
He remained silent as he continued to walk to the islet, seeing a tree that was, quite literally, sitting horizontally. He swung his legs over, and plopped down on the trunk, feeling the warm sea breeze play through his hair. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what it was like... there. Though, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. He silently stared out to sea, his eyes glazed over with false reminiscence. He looked as though he was enjoying a particularly fond memory, but in all reality his mind was completely blank. Blissfully blank. And this was good.
He then stood, turning slowly as he saw a familiar creature. A Shadow Heartless, shaking and jerking about as it looked around hungrily, sometimes scratching at the ground like a dog hunting for a bone. He stared at it, and, after a moment, it looked right back up at him. They stared, the Heartless sitting still, almost examining this strange being in front of it. Atticus just plainly stared right back. The wind blew, howling through the trees, the crash and lull not stopping, even for these two beings of darkness.
In that next moment, almost instantaneously, the creature convulsed, then exploded, a blue, flame-like burst where it had stood blooming outward, then vanishing. Atticus' eyes were glowing a deep red for that instant, then faded back to the normal deep crimson that countless people, friend and foe, had feared. He then looked across the bridge, almost as if he knew that someone was going to start across, though there was no one there. His expectant look then was accompanied by a smirk, a trademark of his, usually when he was having fun thrashing someone about in one of his countless battles across the cosmos. From the smirk came his soft voice.
"Fancy meeting you here."