Wheeling Gull Isle if i lose you now

naoyuki frowned, unsure of what nüwu meant. all of that? he asked, slowly shifting to face the light again, it’s sky? smaller shadows dimmed parts of his canvas, fading just as quickly as they’d appeared.


blue, nüwu called it. naoyuki knew that ocean was blue, and that it was wet — is sky wet? he asked, figuring that it was a logical conclusion. clouds, too? 


yuki wondered if their home was surrounded by ocean. were there fish above them, swimming in the light? he parted his eyelids until the creases at either corner ached, then stared upward to search for movement.