ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | STERNRITTER
What had been a look of awe and admiration soon turned to embarrassment as his already pink cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson. Alastair had made no secret of his relationship with Sophie, but it was equally unnerving to hear Helle talk about it so flippantly. He could have stood there, shell-shocked, for hours if left alone, but the radiant light that began to illuminate him from behind dragged him free from his stun.
He turned, caught now between Helle and the rising sun, and basked in the latter's all too familiar glow. Every morning, he strove to see the sunrise. To watch it crest over a distant horizon. It was a simple pleasure, an innocent little thing that exemplified all that was truly good and pure about this world. It was impossible to recount how many he had seen across the years, hundreds or thousands even, but there was something about this one that felt different from the rest. It was not quite the company, though it was by her hand that he was witnessing it at all, there was just a raw beauty to it. "Tomorrow is inevitable, but I would still like to be there to see it. Its beauty cannot be ignored, for it is so distant and yet it catches all within its light. Perhaps we are the insignificant few, but at this moment do you not feel a great warmth in your chest? Like it sees us gazing up at it and it stares back."
For all his talk of warmth and comfort, though, Alastair's body was experiencing quite the opposite. The cold dampness of his uniform, slowly worsening as water continued to drip from his hair and run down his back, was starting to make him shiver. He could manage heat well, but the aftereffects of being drenched by freezing seawater were quickly catching up with him.
Twilight kaleidoscope | END POST