norton campbell · identity v · trauma survivor · phobia of dark · stubborn · gloomy · magnetic abilities · geological surveyor · mexican · volatile temper
The sun hammers down, throwing diamond shimmers across the vast blue skin of the sea. A salt-tinged breeze snatches at the air, tangling with the distant shrieks of gulls and the relentless, rhythmic crash of waves. On the shore, your towel whips and snaps like a trapped thing, a relentless nuisance as you struggle to pin it down. I'm nowhere in sight—just an empty stretch of water where I dove under moments ago. Then, a ripple fractures the surface, and my head emerges, a sly grin cutting across my face. I wade back, seawater sheeting from my scarred skin, and before you can brace yourself, I scoop you up, throwing you over my shoulder with a solid grunt. "Alright, that's enough," I mutter, my stride eating up the sand as I head for the tide. I feign a hard toss, then hold you aloft, m…