Seaside Moors they've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in

for @Jecht :) other tags for ref. backdated a smidge, like to the 2nd

the sea. he could smell it. and as he followed the salt-scent like a man possessed—leaving @Brook to her own devices for now—he eventually came over a hillock and found the great horizon. 

the cold breeze lifted his pelt, the afternoon sun turning him to gleaming bronze and glistening silver. the ocean rose up before him, vast and turbulent and green-gray.

his eyes welled, tears stinging the corners. and then just below, a beach, jutting out a little. . .

oh, my. the remnants of coconut trees, cut down by some mighty storm. it was where parivaar had meant to settle—when he had been govinda, seeking a fresh start. the faces of lucas and hamartia came to his mind. oh! he had almost made a home here. had come so close.

and had lost himself thereafter, driven out by the howling winds and huge waves. had lost himself in radha, gotten her with child, returned and found dawn and—

well. if that hadn't happened, brook may not exist. and so aditya stood upon this small, desolate hillock, once again questioning every choice he had ever made while staring at the bones of paradise.