Leather, Sand, and Blood

The Past: Part 1

Lorelai looked around, slowly making her way along the length of the beach. This was a dream, the hazy corners of her vision all but proving it to her, but she didn't mind this dream, it was better than her nightmare, the last dream she had. A soft breeze blew her hair around her face and caused her to smile softly at the feeling. Waves lapped at her feet, the cool water only going as high as her ankles before receding back into the ocean. She was dressed in her favorite dress, the white flowing one that she wore the same night she had met the boys on the boardwalk. It only went to her ankle, just above where the water rose to, though her string anklet was well beyond soaked, the pale colors darker now from the water. She would have been cold, but between the slow setting sun and Marko's jacket wrapped around her, she was perfectly content walking in the waters grasp. She froze though, when she saw someone paused in front of her, standing in the water. She couldn't quite make out this stranger, the suns glare on the ocean causing her to squint against its harsh glare, though the moment he spoke, she knew exactly who it was. "You dream of sunlight and peace, and somehow I get dragged into the mix?" David was ankle deep in the ocean, staring across the water at the sun, somehow the harsh light not bothering his eyes. "While I'm not complaining, I have missed the warmth, but this outfit, seriously?" Lorelai torn her eyes away from his face, gaze lingering over his form as he gestured to himself. He had a form fitting white shirt and khaki pants that went to about his shin, thought he bottoms were getting wet from the small waves, blond hair not in their normal spikes, rather a mess, as though he had ran his fingers through it a few times. He looked over, ice blue eyes appearing almost clear as the sun shone at an angle through them, causing them to appear warmer as though the coldness had melted. Lorelai felt her breath catch in her throat, frozen at the sight of David, a sight she never would have ever imagined seeing. In the night, the only times she had ever seen him, he appeared pale and cold in all forms, but now, in the sunlight, she was amazed, starstruck even. His skin wasn't pale, rather it was tan, his eyes soft and warm, even his pale blond hair seemed more colored rather than bleach white, a small scruff over his face. In the sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than she had ever seen him.

"I think the lighter colors suit you more." She smiled as she made her way closer to him, though remaining the same distance on the shore, not wanting her dress to get wet. "Why did you tell me to not trust Luke?" She knew that this was a dream, it had to be one, she never would have gotten David to agree to come onto the beach or dress out of his usual attire of black, and as she was slowly figuring out, he and the others seemed to be more of the nocturnal kind, not that that she minded of course, to each their own. Although David looked away from her, she could hear his harsh laugh, it was shorter, sharper than any of the others she heard from him.

"So that's his name, Luke." Lorelai could almost feel the distaste that David said her friends name with, as if it was something sour in his mouth. "He's a Frog, and none of the Frogs are any good for you to be around. They have a.... troubled past." Lorelai felt herself moving deeper into the water, the hem of her dress floating at the beginning of her walk towards David's being, though it began to sink the more it filled with water. She stopped only when she was directly behind him, the water now almost at her knees, but she didn't mind. If it was a troubled past that he was worried about, then that meant that she wasn't to be trusted either.

"Why should I listen to you? After all, we technically only just met." It was true, its only been about a week of knowing the guys, but somehow she felt closer to them than anyone else she had met, and even though there was something about them that sent her pulse racing and made her instincts want to run as fast as possible in the other direction, she couldn't help but to be drawn closer to them. Lorelai chose to look down at the water, her legs and dress lost in the murkiness of it, instead of looking up at David as he turned to face her. Although she voiced out loud her hesitation to trust his words, she didn't want him to see just how much his words affected her. She knew that if he asked her to jump, her first unfiltered reaction would be to ask how high, and that went towards any of the boys; it scared her, deep in her bones, because the last time she trusted someone like that, he turned out to be an abusive asshole who married her mother.