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Introspective (Steve x Reader)
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The grains beneath your feet and the coolness on your skin is almost alarming, to be this content, complete and whole. It is simply much too good to be true. The sound of the water lapping is washing all thought from your mind, cleansing—an entirely new slate. As the day grows older, the tide rises. The ocean reaches out, hands seeking your toes, so very close, but never quite reaching. It draws back as though it has given up, only to spur up another bout of energy in order to try again. Crashing over into itself, the ocean calls. The sun is falling and the moonlight fights to reign, softly rocking the waves back and forth. The wind whips through you hair and against your suave evening dress, back and forth, back and forth…and that—this—consistency keeps you at peace.
…No more lies…not anymore.
"I hate the ocean. I hate the way it always makes me feel. Trapped, limited, and grounded."
You pause as
Scotland x Reader ::: Small BumpShe stood silently, leaning against the frame of the open double doors, with her arms folded tightly across her chest. A light rain was falling, but she didn't care if she got wet or if the water got inside. A gentle breeze was blowing, as if enveloping her comfortingly in its winds. It was a gloomy day, and it much reflected how she was feeling.
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Her (e/c) eyes were empty, and the bright smile that usually lit up her face had not been in place for the past week.
With a soft sigh, she let her eyelids fall closed as her tears mixed in with the rain falling on her cheeks. She didn't feel like doing anything... she felt empty, like her life held no meaning anymore, like all hope that had been inside of her had been ripped away from her, never to be seen again.
When it comes down to it, though, that's exactly what happened.
"Lass," She heard him speak softly behind her. She doesn't look up. She doesn't have the courage to. She knows she'll only cry harder if she faces him.