Title: Someone Like Me
Universe: Lost in Blue
Theme/Topic: sunsets, beach, island, love
Warnings: fluff, a little bit rushed, got this game not too long ago so I'm not finished with it.
Word Count: 442
It was dusk: the sky was dyed a vivid crimson and the horizon was flecked with shimmering gold. In the waning light, small waves slid up to the tips of Keith's toes, a gentle breeze making his hair and clothes rhythmically sway from side to side.
He stood in silence, his mind replaying the events that had happened so far: the shipwreck, his loss of consciousness, being washed up onto a sandy beach by the unforgiving ocean—barely alive—and having to forage for food for a couple of days and of course, meeting Skye.
Meeting Skye was, without a doubt, the best thing that had happened to Keith. If it weren't for her and her resourcefulness, he would have probably died in mere days.
"Keith…?" Speak of the devil.
He turned around to face Skye and he couldn't help but stare at her. She was beautiful. She had smooth, flawless skin, brown locks of hair that danced on her shoulders, elegant eyelashes that fanned out from her dark eyes, which were always glimmering with optimism, and full, pink lips that he just loved to see curved into a smile.
"Keith," Skye repeated.
"Oh, sorry. I just zoned out a little, that's all," Keith said with a goofy grin, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"That's alright," Skye assured him, watching the sun set over the horizon. "Ah, it's getting late. Let's go back to the cave for the night."
"Um…before we go back, Skye…"
"Yes?" Skye asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
Keith sighed, his eyes locking onto hers. "I…um…it's just…" he babbled, placing a hand on her shoulder, fingertips crawling upward to touch her lovely face. Skye gasped and then blushed, leaning forward, eyes fluttering closed. Keith smiled just before brushing his lips against hers, a wave of intoxication washing over him. He eagerly took in her sweet scent and then shivered at her touch when her arms wrapped around his neck. When they finally broke apart, Keith felt dizzy and breathless. A half-smile graced his lips as he awaited Skye's response.
"Keith…" Skye breathed, "I didn't know you—I mean, I never thought you'd actually have feelings for…someone like me."
"Well," Keith replied, cupping her chin in his hand and pecking her on the lips, "I do. You're beautiful and you're nice. Why wouldn't I have feelings for you?" He smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her back to their small cave, the sun's very last beam of light dancing across their figures.
Perhaps, Keith thought as they entered their cave, living on this island for a little while longer wouldn't be too bad.