Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
A prompt of two young dreamers, Mikasa and Armin, and the sea they long to see.
The girl tilted her head to the side curiously, pointing a thin finger at the book before her. On the page was an old watercolor painting. Swirls of blue and waves of green splashed across the surface with no order or restraint. White puffs dotted the tops of the curves; creating a sort of shimming, almost glittering effect on the paper.
And though the scene first appeared to be gentle, perhaps even serene, the longer one looked at it, the wilder it became. Waves splashed against the rocky shore in vicious rolls and, if you stared long enough, the intense power seemed to emanate from the page. It was so uncontained, so spontaneous. It was completely free. Taking over the entire paper—save the small captions written in beautiful, careful lettering—the painting was only held by only one thing; the edges of the page.
The young boy frequented the book, often reading excerpts with his friend, Eren. They would spend many lazy afternoons under this very tree, contemplating the outside world together. But things had changed, and a new normal had only just begun to set in. Today, at least, the little blond boy was left with only the company of his friend’s new sister. He took this opportunity to try and properly aquatint himself with the girl. Thus, he decided to share the book with her. But, like with any other activity, she was relatively quiet; only staring blankly as the boy flipped through the pages. That was, until they came across this illustration. She stopped him, and pointed to it in a wondrous way. She seemed entirely fascinated by the picture before her.
“It’s called an Ocean,” the boy replied, running his hand over the painting. It happened to be his favorite of the whole book.
The little girl shook her head, bouncing a finger on the page again. Her lips pursed into a tiny, pink bud as she wordlessly voiced her confusion.
The boy only nodded, “Yes, an Ocean,” he leaned in closer to the text, reading the caption to her out loud, “A large aqueous environment, sometimes called a sea, composed entirely of salt water,” he looked up at her again, “They say it covers most of the Outside World! Can you imagine? Water as far as the eye can see…” a small smile appeared on the boy’s lips as he gazed off into the distance, “One day, I would like to see it for myself…”
His eyes sparkled with a familiar look of adventure and curiosity. It was like he could see the future in that moment; he and his friends walking down a rocky shore that bordered an endless, watery landscape. There, they could splash and play in the shallow banks, perhaps even swim in pulsating waves. Being moved back and forth, rocked by the will of the water. It was full of life; more so than any still pond, or gentle river. How interesting, he would muse, a body so grand would be able to move on its own.
And though his thoughts were so far away, it did not take long for his trance to be broken. Something soft, almost ticklish, brushed against the pale skin of the boy’s cheek. The feeling encircled his face, causing a light glow to radiate from beneath his skin. The blonde’s eyes flickered upward once more, only to find the girl hovering right in front of him.
“M-Mikasa?” he asked nervously, growing more and more confused by the shift in her features. Though dark strands of hair covered most of her face, it was apparent that some sort of awe and wonder had taken over her conscious. She gave him a serious look; one of observation, recording, perhaps even comparing. Taking her time, her fingertips swept across his upper cheekbone. Her little pointer finger came to a rest beside his wide, innocent blue eye. She tapped the flushed skin gently, glancing back down at the grass they rested upon. With her other hand, she gestured to the open book in front of them. It was still on the page about the ocean.
“Sea,” she said quietly, her own eyes flickering back to his. She ran her thumb above his cheek bone once more. His light blue eyes widened again at the sensation; Mikasa never showed affection to anyone but her adopted brother. The boy took in another breath of cool spring air, and held it for the duration of these mysterious moments. Her dark eyes peered straight into his lighter ones. They seemed to reflect off of one another; the image bouncing back and forth indefinitely. There was something there, the girl could see it. Something light in an expanse of darkness. Something gentle and kind, but also something passionate and persistent. There was something unrestrained; lapping against a sandy blond shore and threatening to overflow. And, gosh, it was the most brilliant of blues.
“I see it,” she whispered, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile, “I see a sea.”