Cristiano (surf_n_sand) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-04-30 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jake sully, miguel o'hara, ~cristiano |
Who: Sully's!
What: Family Swim Night
When: Saturday 4/28 (Backdated for those that want to thread! Sorry I was busy and didn't get it up sooner!)
Where: The Tide Pool
Rating: Low
Open
He cleaned up for his family, but he still didn't look like his usual self. Maybe it was the lack of trust sun that had caused his blessed tan to fade, or simply living in space on food and rations he was unused to that caused him to lose some weight. Though muscular, Cristiano looked a bit on the thin side. His growing hair made him look like some hippie from California who stayed inside during the winter. Cris had trimmed up his beard and hair a bit before everyone arrived. He wanted to at least look like he wasn't dying.
Even though he was.
Even though his heart hardly had the will to go on.
Most days he barely got out of bed. Most days he ate only because he knew he had to to live. He told himself that Juliet would be disappointed in him for wasting away to nothing on her behalf but like most days he could not bring himself to care anymore. Like Juliet, his scales had started to dull and fade. Unlike Juliet, it was not out of a parental shift in hormones but out of emotional instability and sorrow. The once brilliant blue of his scales, the once handsome and vibrant yellow of his fluke and fins, now looked pale and pastel like a baby's room and all shimmer seemed to have been snuffed out.
After asking his family over for some fun he had spent the last few days attempting to pull himself together. They didn't need to know he had let himself go. They didn't need to worry about him. He wasn't worth their trouble and he didn't want to be a burden. He had worked out until sick, laid in the UV light until he was dried up, and eaten more in a few days than he had in the last few weeks. It helped his mentality a little but his outward appearance didn't instantaneously reflect two days of effort. So he dressed to conceal and maybe his smile from playing with the children would hide the broken shell he had become at losing his wife and unborn guppies. Yeah! He could make it. Just for a little while.
(womp womp sad opening to what I hope to be some fun?!?! Maybe it's a cry fest. Who knows. I just realized that I hadn't talked to anyone about Cris, so no one would really know he's just sort of letting himself go with sadness until I wrote it down. Here it is. <3)