[ lance has been snorkeling, and even scuba-dove once with his brother. he's seen the ocean floor before, and its many inhabitants. but each and every time is always something to behold, and this is no exception.
he's right beside her in no time, marveling at the colors, the shapes. the fish he doesn't hesitate to reach out towards, laughing when they tickle his palm in their curiosity. it all looks so familiar, but there are minute differences (the brightness of a purple color, the texture of a scale) that sets it apart enough from earth's ocean floor that keeps a constant reminder that he is not home, no matter how much he may close his eyes and wish it were true.
it's a slightly bittersweet tug in his chest, but it does not dull the brightness and wonder in his eyes as he dares to swim down even further, watching as a crab scuttles its way along the floor. ]
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he's right beside her in no time, marveling at the colors, the shapes. the fish he doesn't hesitate to reach out towards, laughing when they tickle his palm in their curiosity. it all looks so familiar, but there are minute differences (the brightness of a purple color, the texture of a scale) that sets it apart enough from earth's ocean floor that keeps a constant reminder that he is not home, no matter how much he may close his eyes and wish it were true.
it's a slightly bittersweet tug in his chest, but it does not dull the brightness and wonder in his eyes as he dares to swim down even further, watching as a crab scuttles its way along the floor. ]