[ Alcohol was a bad idea; it makes her ruminate, makes her overly pensive in a way that only mires her deeper into the wrong state of mind. She should feel better, she should be pushing past this. No?
Kida is on her back on the sand, knees drawn up, right at the point where the ocean meets the coast. Her white hair blends with the white beach, her dark skin with the dark night. She lets the waves roll over her, tickling her chin and receding. She watches the stars.
To think. Six months ago the stars made her uncomfortable. Now she can stare into the vast infinite and say: I am here, too.
Hellboy's hooves are dampened by the sand, but she hears the waves break against something irregular, and so turns her head. The moonlight washes him out, but his silhouette is unmistakable. She takes her pendant in her hand, lets it flare to life just as he turns away. ]
Hellboy?
[ It's half-question, half-greeting. What is he doing out here? ]
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Kida is on her back on the sand, knees drawn up, right at the point where the ocean meets the coast. Her white hair blends with the white beach, her dark skin with the dark night. She lets the waves roll over her, tickling her chin and receding. She watches the stars.
To think. Six months ago the stars made her uncomfortable. Now she can stare into the vast infinite and say: I am here, too.
Hellboy's hooves are dampened by the sand, but she hears the waves break against something irregular, and so turns her head. The moonlight washes him out, but his silhouette is unmistakable. She takes her pendant in her hand, lets it flare to life just as he turns away. ]
Hellboy?
[ It's half-question, half-greeting. What is he doing out here? ]