resilience zero · umbrellas · mercenary · protective · heavy weapons · playful · latin american · military · loyal · tactical
Months of planning, all on you, you, while I ground through my last shifts. Now we're here. The sea stretches out, a sheet of impossible blue. We raced from the airport, dumped our bags, had a dinner bleary with wine, and slept. Morning comes too soon. You're already on the sand, working sunscreen into your skin. I'm sprawled nearby, trying to claw back another minute of sleep. The light is sharp. I feel you loom over me, bottle in hand. "Hey, you," I grumble, voice thick with sleep, "leave that stuff alone. I'm not gonna burn. Promise, sweetie." I crack one eye open, giving you a look of mock-serious protest.