Title: Ocean
POV: Rogue
Author: DarknessofDawn
Warning: Confusing thoughts
Author's Note: Err…strange idea of Rogue at the ocean alone with her thoughts…
Disclaimer: Nope; don't own X-Men Evolution. Rogue just happens to be one of my main muses.
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Slowly, with calm and determined deliberation, I ventured into the hungry waves, as they constantly licked and ate away at the ever-changing shore. I let the tepid, pale, lime-colored waters engulf my body to the neck, until I found myself eye to eye with the hazy white apparitions of fishing boats which speckled the distance.
For a while, I was the horizon...part of that infinite border where the ocean meets the sky in that perfect, precise linear embrace. I was lost in the vastness of its comforting liquid folds, consciousness adrift like the slow tide. The ever-moving blue desert stretched out before me, all the while rocking me slowly towards the true sands, which beckoned me back, back, always. A constant reminder of my modest terrestrial origins, while I basked in the glory of the ocean.
Another infinite was splayed against it, above me, a sky woven with clouds in all forms, of brilliant alabaster color against the azure. They lazily loomed around, like endless floating tapestries... some with the breath-taking intricacy of fine silk cocoons, others with the unpredictable sweetness of icing sugar, sprinkled almost merrily over the blanketed blue above. Others, again, were grand crests of mountainous puffy wisps, proud and seemingly indestructible as they lined the horizon like a great wall of thick snow.
Back, back, reminded the waves.
Their rhythmic crashing might have lulled me into a comforted slumber, had the mildly bitter saltwater not been lapping at my slightly parted lips, forcing upon me a remembrance of my place. It wasn't truly here.
Back, back again.
I was but a guest here after all, a grossly maladapted visitor, nevertheless graciously accepted, for a while, into the mysterious depths of the sea, which now politely rocked me further and further towards the coast. In the end, in one lasting and full embrace of warm water, I dragged my body, crawling with my hands upon the liquid sand at the bottom, towards the shore. My feet were awash with the gurgling waves one last time, before I went back... back.
It was difficult to bid goodbye such a nevertheless humbling experience. I had been one with the horizon, part of a timeless, ever-renewed fabric of unreachable beauty. One with the sea, the sky, the sun, the moon, part of the horizon's perfect equation.
I went back; to the place I would soon leave.
This would be the last time. But behind me forever, the horizon would remain, reminding me always of its boundless hospitality.