( yeah, there sure is something like the beach that's like a magnetic pull.
for will, it's — weirdly, a reminder a home. which makes him feel stupid for even seeking it out in the first place, considering the whole reason he's even here in yet another whack ass magical city is to get away from home. but it reminds him of when things were okay back home, when him and his two best friends and heather could say fuck it and scramble into tunny's beat up car and drive north to the beach, start a bonfire, get wasted, probably end up skinny dipping and full of regrets. but at least it was fun and they could be carefree and not give a shit.
it's just about the polar opposite now. the sun's pretty much set by now, last flickers of pinkish orange looming above the line where the sky meets the ocean waves, and will's just sitting right in the sand with a cigarette, a leg pulled up towards his chest as he watches the waves come in. there's probably sand in his converses — probably in his skinny jeans, too. but fuck it, he's wallowing ... self-reflecting ... trying to figure out if he's even doing the right thing by sticking around this place.
well, he meant cadelle in general. the beach is apparently the right place to be, considering will sees hot pink in the distance and he squints a little to confirm that — yes, he is in fact seeing kate running across the beach, looking like her life depends on it. again. jesus, does she ever stop running?
will's apparently not going to stop interrupting her running. instead, he calls: ) Kate! ( and gives a half-hearted wave that's fully genuine on the inside. )
surprise, binch ... surprise, beach?
for will, it's — weirdly, a reminder a home. which makes him feel stupid for even seeking it out in the first place, considering the whole reason he's even here in yet another whack ass magical city is to get away from home. but it reminds him of when things were okay back home, when him and his two best friends and heather could say fuck it and scramble into tunny's beat up car and drive north to the beach, start a bonfire, get wasted, probably end up skinny dipping and full of regrets. but at least it was fun and they could be carefree and not give a shit.
it's just about the polar opposite now. the sun's pretty much set by now, last flickers of pinkish orange looming above the line where the sky meets the ocean waves, and will's just sitting right in the sand with a cigarette, a leg pulled up towards his chest as he watches the waves come in. there's probably sand in his converses — probably in his skinny jeans, too. but fuck it, he's wallowing ... self-reflecting ... trying to figure out if he's even doing the right thing by sticking around this place.
well, he meant cadelle in general. the beach is apparently the right place to be, considering will sees hot pink in the distance and he squints a little to confirm that — yes, he is in fact seeing kate running across the beach, looking like her life depends on it. again. jesus, does she ever stop running?
will's apparently not going to stop interrupting her running. instead, he calls: ) Kate! ( and gives a half-hearted wave that's fully genuine on the inside. )