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TLCSW (Unbroken Promises)

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Day One
        Thorne sat on the driver’s side of the hover, the backpack and suitcase in the back seats behind him. Cress sat next to him, feeling giddy with both excitement and fear.
        Thorne looked over before starting it, watching Cress’ hand desperately search for a hair to tug on. Some habits took time to get over.
        “It’s going to be amazing. I promise.”
        Cress looked over, her hand falling into her lap. She smiled at Thorne, who had seen his share of smiles from her. He, for one, was not complaining in the least.
        “Thank you.”
        With that they started off, Cress gazing out the window in front of her and watching the city, and then the open land, pass by. This part, for sure, was familiar.

Day Two
        Cress woke up slowly, the material of Thorne’s plain shirt rough against the back of her own. His arm was slung over her and she closed her eyes for a second to try and match her breathing with his. They had gone with the smaller one-bed room because it was cheaper, and sleeping in the same bed wasn’t foreign to them. After all, they had done that all the time in the desert.
        Reluctant to get out of bed, but seeing the time as 7:30, she urged herself to get up. It was just so hard, though, in the mornings, with the warmth of both her and Thorne’s bodies giving off the illusion that they were simply one person, and the dreams still clinging to her mind in an attempt to shake off reality.
        She stayed there for one minute, then two, but then she finally turned over to face Thorne and bumped her forehead with his.
        “Wake up,” she whispered.
        His breathing was still even, his mouth slightly agape. She found her eyes lingering on his lips, and guiltily poked him in the arm.
        “Wake up.”
        He stirred then, not opening his eyes but tightening his arm around her.
        She didn’t want to get up, but knowing it was selfish of her to let this last any longer, she pushed his arm off of her and threw the covers off of the bed. Even though they were both wearing PJs, they still felt a rush of cold and Thorne had nothing to do but open his eyes.
        “Come on, it’s seven thirty three. We need to eat and then get going.” Cress’ voice cracked at first from lack of use, but it wasn’t too noticeable.
        Thorne swung out of bed with a small ‘thunk’ where his feet hit the ground, and he looked at her with half-closed eyes.
        “Yeah, yeah. We do have a long day ahead of us.”

Day three

        Cress let the aroma of the sweet smelling dish waft up her nose before she even thought of taking a spoonful of it with the spoon in front of her.  She hadn’t had curry since that time in the desert, and she wanted to remember everything about it as well as possible.
        Thorne, with his mouth still partially full, looked at her with humor touching the corner of his lips.
        “Why aren’t you eating it?”
        She held up one of her fingers with her eyes closed, letting the smell sink into her mind a little longer.
        Finally, she opened her eyes to Thorne, who was still half smiling.
        “I’m trying to remember it. Forever.”
        She then lowered her spoon with a quiet excitement, and not very long after, she was stuffed more full than she had been in a while.

Day Four
        “I heard that this was where the first lunar landed,” Thorne said, pointing off to some speck in the distance. Cress had her hand in his and was swinging it slightly, not so much happy that she was seeing some “great landmark” as much as she liked spending all of her time with Thorne. She thought the look of excitement on his face was adorable, which was a funny considering that that was what most people thought of her.
        “Really?”
        “Yeah. Their ships weren’t all silvery back then and looked a lot more like Earthen ships. They were also more diplomatic.”
        Cress looked up at him, squinting from the bright sun behind his head. This sudden knowledge about nothing all that important or particularly interesting wasn’t all that usual for him.
        “How’d you know all of that?”
        He pointed to the sign in front of him and grinned. “Where did you think? My head?”
        She shook her head. “No, I guess not.”
        “Was that an insult?”
        Tilting her head, she looked both confused and sly, though the look may not have been intentional.
        “I don’t know. You tell me?”
        He leaned down close to her, a few of the rare stray hairs tickling her forehead. He looked her straight in the eyes for a minute and she shrank back, almost letting go of his hands. His expression was serious, but when his head came back up it was smiling again.
        “Nope. Not an insult.”
        Cress found herself relaxing and laughed a little.
        “I think I’ve become pretty good at reading your eyes,” Thorne admitted, now looking at the speck in the distance. “Or maybe it’s that I’ve always been able to.”  
        Cress squeezed his hand and they stood there, eyes pointed at the endless horizon, but seeing both a lot more and a lot less than the emptiness in front of them.

Day Five
        Water lapped against the beach and sun soaked into the sand beneath their bare feet, Cress watching the way her toes slid in and then out of the small once-stone granules. Small mountains and valleys trained after as her, and the smell of salt made her both shiver and smile.
        “You should roll your pants up if you want to go in the water,” Thorne said, nodding off towards the waves in front of them. It hadn’t even occurred to Cress that she could wade in; her mind was still wrapping itself around the phenomenon of the softer, not-so-desert sand.
        They sat down, side by side, with the heat radiating off the sand below them. Thorne started rolling up his own pants and Cress followed suit, her skin feeling dry against the fabric. They’d been to mostly hot places so far.
        “Race you to the water!” Thorne shouted, Cress not knowing enough about growing up to recognize that it was a childish thing to say. Not that she would have minded, if she'd known.
    Instead of racing off after him, she took her time, tapping the water first and recoiling back when she discovered it was cold, but then inching her way back in.
        The sun descended towards the horizon as she stood, watching the silhouette of Thorne get smaller as he waded deeper and deeper. Up to his chest in salt water, Cress had to wonder how he was not freezing.
        And then she dived after him. 

Skin by SimplySilent
This is a continuance off my last TLCSW thing.
This is not done.
I have to go now.
The grammar sucks.
I don't have time.
AHHHHH BYE (My bedtime is tragically early even during break).

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW  
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Sorcaron's avatar
ha! I was thinking that was a weird place to end. XD;;

Thank you for writing about the beach. ;w; I wanted to draw a beach/sand/water scene as part of either Firsts or Unbroken Promises, but then decided that (multiple panels) would be too time consuming. Love it. :>