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"I'm gonna soak up the sun."
Sep. 19th, 2012 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Hummel-Anderson and open if anyone wants to interrupt him
Where: The beach near the bungalows
Time of Day: Just before sunset
Open or Closed: Open
The sun was preparing to set on the island, and for the first time since arriving, Blaine found himself tentatively setting foot out on the beach for a little bit of fresh air. Since reuniting with his beautiful husband, they had pretty much gone underground together and Blaine forgot anyone else in the world but Kurt existed. Now Kurt was fast asleep inside the bungalow, even snoring softly with told Blaine he was exhausted and finally fallen into a deep sleep after watching Blaine like a hawk without much rest. Kurt seemed to finally relax peacefully, sprawled on the bed and out like a light. Blaine had laid with him for probably a good hour before he had to get up and use the bathroom. He was about to go straight back to bed with Kurt and stay there with him until they needed to have a meal, but instead, he had explored a little around the bungalow, trying to get a feel for things here.
It was all starting to sink in a little now. This was an island, and it was some strange place not home. But Kurt was alive here and he wasn't hurt, so it made it easier for Blaine to adjust. As long as Kurt was there, he could filter little bits and pieces into his mind. And now, he had the balls to venture out on the beach. But only after finding a large photo album that must have been Kurt's filled with numerous pictures of their past. Blaine had flicked through it for a little bit before he grabbed a towel from the airing rack and took the album outside. He had hovered on the balcony for a bit and then finally stepped down onto the sand and went a few paces from the bungalow before smoothing the towel on the sand.
Instead of getting to the album straight away, though, he just sat on the towel with his knees drawn up watching the water lap on the shore with the sun setting in the distance beyond. It was so warm, and he buried his toes into the sand. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there lost in deep thought now, still wrapping his head around everything he had just gone through.
Where: The beach near the bungalows
Time of Day: Just before sunset
Open or Closed: Open
The sun was preparing to set on the island, and for the first time since arriving, Blaine found himself tentatively setting foot out on the beach for a little bit of fresh air. Since reuniting with his beautiful husband, they had pretty much gone underground together and Blaine forgot anyone else in the world but Kurt existed. Now Kurt was fast asleep inside the bungalow, even snoring softly with told Blaine he was exhausted and finally fallen into a deep sleep after watching Blaine like a hawk without much rest. Kurt seemed to finally relax peacefully, sprawled on the bed and out like a light. Blaine had laid with him for probably a good hour before he had to get up and use the bathroom. He was about to go straight back to bed with Kurt and stay there with him until they needed to have a meal, but instead, he had explored a little around the bungalow, trying to get a feel for things here.
It was all starting to sink in a little now. This was an island, and it was some strange place not home. But Kurt was alive here and he wasn't hurt, so it made it easier for Blaine to adjust. As long as Kurt was there, he could filter little bits and pieces into his mind. And now, he had the balls to venture out on the beach. But only after finding a large photo album that must have been Kurt's filled with numerous pictures of their past. Blaine had flicked through it for a little bit before he grabbed a towel from the airing rack and took the album outside. He had hovered on the balcony for a bit and then finally stepped down onto the sand and went a few paces from the bungalow before smoothing the towel on the sand.
Instead of getting to the album straight away, though, he just sat on the towel with his knees drawn up watching the water lap on the shore with the sun setting in the distance beyond. It was so warm, and he buried his toes into the sand. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there lost in deep thought now, still wrapping his head around everything he had just gone through.