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Post by Memnoch on Mar 2, 2007 14:20:40 GMT -5
The air was warm and breezy by the water. Nothing wrong with that. Tiering up his boat for the night. Hulling his load of fish. The air brought him to many memories of other days. The smile didn't appear on his face, nothing did. Nothing but the straight face of a man. A man who was suppose to be a married man now. Fishing for his wife and children, not for his twin. It still hurt when his father asked him about that side of life. No woman thought his quiet nature was attractive. So he stayed with the one woman who loved his quiet nature. The one woman who would probably never marry.
The water lapped at his feet. Making him come back from his memories, making him think about the fish that he had caught. Sighing deeply he stored them behind some bushes and wadded into the water. The long black hair trailing behind him.
Finally diving under the clear glass water. The water that he has called home since a little child. Coming up for air after seeing the bottom. A content sigh escaped his velvets. Brining his bodice back upon the beach. Water dripping from his tan skin. The honey colored eyes looking about him. He sat himself upon the beach and looked out at the water. Watching the sun go down. Watching the water take his love back to the sea.
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Post by Lena, on Mar 2, 2007 16:23:35 GMT -5
A charcoal resting within a delicate hand, it glided across the paper. She had to be careful her movements did not falter and the lines driven askew. Paper was a precious mineral to her, as fish and game were to the life of her village. It was hard to come by and quite a task to create. Without paper, she would have nothing to release her artistic nature and would be driven to do other things. Some other things she wouldn't mind doing, like spending her afternoons working with the younger children. It was time well spent in her opinion, rather then remaining indoors to help wash or stitch. No, she would rather use her time in the fresh air.
Remaining off the shore poised on a large stone that jutted out over the warm sand, Lena eased the charcoal to the bow of the boat where the man's hands were pulling out his catch. She remained discreet with her movements, not allowing the scratch of the instrument on paper be heard. She would rather not let him know she had taken it upon herself to make him the focal point of her drawing. But how could she not? Aside from being the only person she had seen when she arrived at the ocean's edge, he had this gentleness about him that drew her to make a sketch. Grasping the moment of glory with his fine catch and the toned body of what was a true Hawaiian. His long black hair was what really caught her eye. It wasn't unusual, but there was just a flow to his that she seemed to like.
Drawing an eye to the water a sweet simper appeared on her lips when he decided to dive under the surface. Stopping her hand, she rest it over her folded knee to gaze at the ripples. A minute or so following, the man bobbed out of the water to return to land. Instantly she looked away down to her finish product. Pinky smoothed along a hard edge to soften the texture. It would probably be right to head back to her home now, not wanting to worry her parents. But she didn't just yet. She remained sitting quietly on the stone to look out toward the horizon along with the man sitting before her at the shore line. The idea of her being noticed wasn't crossing her mind just yet, becoming lost in the scene before her and wishing she had another sheet of paper. |
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Post by Memnoch on Mar 2, 2007 19:41:18 GMT -5
Memnoch felt the hairs rise on his neck. Like someone watching him, taking no notice to it. He was use to since he had saved that young child from the ocean. It was something that had caught the eye of many. That they had to talk to the man who wanted nothing from saving a life. It wasn't something he did everyday. It was also the fact that he was quiet and that his twin was blind. The feeling followed him as he dove into te glass water.
Coming onto the shore he noticed some movement, but like before he ignored it. A flas of white caught his eye. It was tumbling toward the ocean so he quickly got up and caught it. Looking about to see who could have lost it. Noticing a woman with a piece of paper and charcoal in her hand. It wasn't unusual for people to draw a hawiian sunset or the ocean itself.
Something about this woman surprised him, she looked like she wanted to be alone. It made him want to go closer. When he himself also wished to be left alone. Holding the paper in one hand he made his way to the woman. The honey colored eyes watching her. Finally he made his way to her. He rubbed the back of his neck and then handed the woman the paper. "Aloha, did you . . .ah. . .drop this?" He asked lightly.
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