Random scene out of nowhere
I’m tired tonight and was dozing lightly on the couch. Eventually I had to get up to kiss the girls goodnight. As I sat up a single scene flashed into my head. I don’t know where it came from or what it means, but I wrote it down anyway. I hope you enjoy whatever it is.
He held his breath as long as he possibly could, but eventually he had to shoot for the surface, strong arms climbing up the water column, shoulders aching and lungs straining. Busting into the air, Virgil gulped in enough oxygen to stabilise his system, the chill of the surface breeze goosepimpling his arms.
He dipped and rose with the slight swell for a moment, bare legs kicking, the bright sunlight driving him to squint. There was water in his ears.
A few strong breaths and he dove once more. He was naked with the exception of his tight swim trunks, IR emblazoned on his hip, and he could feel it as he dove deeper, the cold of the ocean seeping into his bones.
He returned to Gordon, floating in the flickering turquoise sunlight. His brother lay drifting, all ten tentacles lax, his chromatophores flickering in the remains of distress, ink still drifting lazily in the distance.
Virgil reached out and gently touched his soft mantle. Under his fingers his brother’s skin activated, colour and pattern dancing in reaction to their connection. Cells flashed deep contrasts, spots merging to plains of saturation only to retreat to match the shape of Virgil’s hand.
As his hand moved, his print was left behind.
Gordon’s fine stabilising fins rippled in the sequence to move him just slightly, bringing his great eye to gaze upon the second Thunderbird. The glassy iris flickered with familiar amber.
Virgil hung there as long as he possibly could, but eventually he, again, had to climb to the surface leaving his brother behind.
Another desperate gasp of oxygen, his hair in his eyes.
The sun glared at him and he dove again.
And would keep doing so as long as he had to.