Tangible
He recalls to himself the sensation of drifting, of bobbing, of floating aimlessly in a deep red sea, tossed on the violent wake of his brother's reputation. He recalls the sensation of being without direction, moving here and there among the waves, motivated only by the energy of his brother and their fruitless search, going wherever the currents propelled him. He recalls the darkness, groping blindly around for a light they dreamed of, and saw before them when their eyes were closed, but which only became tangible when they caught it in their hands. He recalls being so close- to their goal, to his brother, to her- within a few inches, a few senses, but being unable to come into contact. He recalls the eternity, and the endlessness, and the futility of their lives, centred wholly around the search for a myth.
Now, he is still floating in an infinite ocean, and his movements are still slow and aimless and drifting; but now he is hand in hand with a girl that brings light with her wherever she goes, and the myth is held firmly in his grasp, and the sea spanning out around him is a calm, sparkling blue in all directions, and although he lets the waves take him, he knows that should he need to, he can swim.
Author's notes: Because I really love to swim. I thought it up at the pool a while ago, when I couldn't swim because I had to look after my little sister and her friend. I was reeeeeally bored (they were just floating around on giant novelty-sized floats), so I began to think vaguely about water and waves. And, yeah. This happened.
HahahahWIN. Cons rule. I met Vic and everything. YESSSSSS. :D