We Can Be (Almost Anything)

Pripyat Soul · 08-17-2011, 12:38 PM

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Mind if it fades to black when they enter? I really need to close up some older threads.

Pripyat held his breath as Arye took on the towering lighthouse. Had he brought her here and she hadn’t been in awe, the boy wouldn’t have known how to feel. As it were, as he had thought, Arye seemed to drink in the sight with relish. Reservedly he let the air escaped him, sucking in fresh sea air after the slow and thoughtful exhale. Subtly he tightened the grasp he had upon the girl’s hand, turning his ocean eyes to meet the honey drip that she looked at him with. For a long moment no emotions played on his face, but slowly the stoic look broke and a shy grin grew on his lips.

“I grew up here.” Which was not fully true. He had grown up in all of Phoenix Valley. The ranch had been just a much of a home before the snowstorm, but it had been a very different one. The complete and happy family that he had known for so short a time was preluded by memories of just him and his mother. Those memories were private, not even shared with Jefferson who had been, in his own way, part of them. Yet Raven Beacon was here, and was Arye, and Pripyat didn’t feel like hiding a thing from her.

Easily he allowed himself to be led up to the building. He hadn’t been inside it with another since the day him and his mother had turned their backs on their seaside home. Alone he had returned, but that was different. Very different. As they came closer more and more memories came to him, and all at once he wanted to tell her about his childhood. About running up and down the stairs, about the crab and the flowers and his father, and the day when they had decided this wasn’t home anymore. He would tell her, she would know.

Without replying he smiled at the angelic lady of the sea, the girl who had just washed into his life and become affixed there, and pushed open the door to the lighthouse.

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