
he reminds her of a beach—a long, lanky curve extending out to the horizon, skin golden as warm sand, hair loose as waves and darker than the blackest of cliff shadows. but his eyes are what strike her the most—filled with an inner light, topaz-brown beach glass capturing the sun, soft around the edges and hinting at so much more. he is a piece of some whole, carried through places she can only dream about, sharpness worn away to something more tender, and yet just as hard.
goddammit people of color aren’t just food and earth → part 2 of infinity (image credit: 1, 2, 3, 4)