1 || Half A Hero

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

This dream is set on a beach with ruins embedded in the cliff that rose from the sand, cracked stairs leading up to a building above that's also falling apart.

Seira herself sits on the remains of a pillar, bare toes curling in the warm sand. The wind off the sea tugs at the grasses and her hair, seagulls crying above and the smell of salt fill the air. Despite the lonely nature of the setting, the young woman seems almost happy to be there.

It's home; or had been once upon a time anyway.

There's a ragged photograph clutched in one hand, and she looks at it with a nostalgic smile. "I guess...there's no going back, is there?" She asks, not expecting a reply.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Nah, you can't exactly fit in a photograph.

[Reno's half-napping in the sand, but she half-rises at this, raising herself up on her elbows. Hey, just a second ago, this was her beach dream, wasn't it? She thinks so. It's hard to tell with dreams. She shifts her weight so she can move an arm to wave lazily at Seira.]

Hey, Scarface. [She sort of means this to be friendly.]

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[Beach dreams were beach dreams.]

Don't be a moron, I was being metaphorical.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back.]

Don't be a moron, it's called a joke.

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

You'd better stick to your day job then, it was terrible.