Shining Seas [Prompt 018A: Ocean]
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Title: Shining Seas
Prompt: Ocean
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: G
Characters: Luke Skywalker
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: Original Trilogy
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: A boy who grew up on a moisture farm sees an ocean for the first time, and it's beyond his wildest dreams.
The concept of there being this much water in the entire galaxy, much less one place, was still a novel one to Luke. He’d been taught about oceans, had heard tableside gossip at cantinas, had read every scrap of travel information he could get his hands on—and there had been Hoth, of course, with more snow than he could fathom, so bitterly cold that it barely registered as water at all—but that didn’t change the fact that an ocean was something so foreign as to be damn near magical.
And now here he was, staring out at a sea stretching out to the horizon, so endless it could almost make the vast expanse of the galaxy envious, and he’s nothing short of transfixed.
For one thing, it shines like gold and sapphires in the sunset. And it feels just as precious, like a memento that he needs to be careful with so it doesn’t fade, a vision of something very nearly divine and all the more beautiful for it.
He could sit on this beach and stare out at the waves for hours if left to his own devices, committing the grandness of it all to memory.
So he does.
Prompt: Ocean
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: G
Characters: Luke Skywalker
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: Original Trilogy
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: A boy who grew up on a moisture farm sees an ocean for the first time, and it's beyond his wildest dreams.
The concept of there being this much water in the entire galaxy, much less one place, was still a novel one to Luke. He’d been taught about oceans, had heard tableside gossip at cantinas, had read every scrap of travel information he could get his hands on—and there had been Hoth, of course, with more snow than he could fathom, so bitterly cold that it barely registered as water at all—but that didn’t change the fact that an ocean was something so foreign as to be damn near magical.
And now here he was, staring out at a sea stretching out to the horizon, so endless it could almost make the vast expanse of the galaxy envious, and he’s nothing short of transfixed.
For one thing, it shines like gold and sapphires in the sunset. And it feels just as precious, like a memento that he needs to be careful with so it doesn’t fade, a vision of something very nearly divine and all the more beautiful for it.
He could sit on this beach and stare out at the waves for hours if left to his own devices, committing the grandness of it all to memory.
So he does.