07-11-2017, 09:58 AM
Tearen walked along the boardwalk, watching the blue waves come crashing against the white sand of Costa Del Sol's most pristine beach. The elder Prime was dressed in a white tshirt, red, weathered swim trunks, flipflops, and a khaki boonie cap. As tempting as it had been to stride onto the beach clad only in a glistening black speedo, his days of shameless heart-meddling were long past him. Besides, it was probably better for him to keep a low profile, especially since Dante's Abyss had just ended. He adjusted his grip on the umbrella, beach chair and duffel bag and stepped onto the powdery sand.
It was still somewhat early in the day, and the nascent sun glistened happily on the countless ripples just off the shoreline. The light was pure, clean, and intensely gentle; like a mother's embrace. Shore birds yapped and crooned dreamily as they floated on the breeze, and dune grass rustled inside its weathered fencing. The laughter and hum of mortal kind was muted by the constant susurrus of the tide. Tearen breathed in the air that was moist with sea spray and a heady cocktail of sunscreen and sweat. It was good to be among common people, a vacation amongst the beautiful vulgarity of sandy bodies and melty ice cream. The doleful toot of a lifeguard's whistle brought him back to the present, and the increasing burden of nylon straps biting into his shoulder.
Finding a vacant spot, the eldritch human took a few minutes to set up his camp, boring the hole for his umbrella and digging the tarnished aluminum runners of his beach chair into the sand. The rustle and clank of thick fabric on hollow metal evoke a time long past for the ex-enigma, and he found himself breathing a compulsive sigh. Content that his personal foothold on the shore was complete, Tearen flicked a pair of thick sunglasses over his luminescent irises and extended a net of calm awareness over the beachgoers. There were only two Primes within his perception, but they seemed content to just enjoy a day on the water. There did seem to be quite a few thoughts whirling around the short ice-cream vendor. Tearen glanced over at the Ferengi businessman and cracked a wry smile. Perhaps he could do with a treat before properly settling into his beach-bum itinerary...
It was still somewhat early in the day, and the nascent sun glistened happily on the countless ripples just off the shoreline. The light was pure, clean, and intensely gentle; like a mother's embrace. Shore birds yapped and crooned dreamily as they floated on the breeze, and dune grass rustled inside its weathered fencing. The laughter and hum of mortal kind was muted by the constant susurrus of the tide. Tearen breathed in the air that was moist with sea spray and a heady cocktail of sunscreen and sweat. It was good to be among common people, a vacation amongst the beautiful vulgarity of sandy bodies and melty ice cream. The doleful toot of a lifeguard's whistle brought him back to the present, and the increasing burden of nylon straps biting into his shoulder.
Finding a vacant spot, the eldritch human took a few minutes to set up his camp, boring the hole for his umbrella and digging the tarnished aluminum runners of his beach chair into the sand. The rustle and clank of thick fabric on hollow metal evoke a time long past for the ex-enigma, and he found himself breathing a compulsive sigh. Content that his personal foothold on the shore was complete, Tearen flicked a pair of thick sunglasses over his luminescent irises and extended a net of calm awareness over the beachgoers. There were only two Primes within his perception, but they seemed content to just enjoy a day on the water. There did seem to be quite a few thoughts whirling around the short ice-cream vendor. Tearen glanced over at the Ferengi businessman and cracked a wry smile. Perhaps he could do with a treat before properly settling into his beach-bum itinerary...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued