[ That's on him, she has not been subtle in that regard. Off to the island they go, doesn't think too hard on how this happens because I didn't understand it very well the first time and I'm too lazy to reopen the page. ]
she does hear him, though, and while she does not stop in her attempt to get to the waves, she does hoist her fucked up hand into the air so it doesn't get sandy or wet. she's just running through the sand like the hamilton poster pose ig]
[ I'm losing it. At least this helps bring his mood back up a little. He's standing on the line where grass turns to sand, crossing his arms and watching her have a load of fun.
[this is one of those things that she can't help herself with, really - the weekend sucked, but she knows she has to keep going. she wants to experience every little thing that she can. she wants the grass and the sun and the waves, she wants to share it with people. she wants to fill her lungs with fresh air and dig her toes in the sand, she wants to live as hard as she can. until she's exhausted every last bit of it.
so she does! she does. she goes up to her knees in the waves and stares out at the sunset, her tail whipping back and forth, hand pressed to her chest, above her slowly glowing heart.
and then she glances over her shoulder at him, and gestures. come on!!! come out...]
[ It's a good way to live, it really is. Daan seems content to watch her live the moment to her fullest, feel the sun even when it's too hot, feel the water even though it does little to extinguish the heat, not until it's too much.
He's fine like that, shifting his weight more onto one leg and observing this silhouette until she waves him over. He looks down at his fucked up shoes, his feet that're still healing from the callouses and wounds of walking so many miles in unfit loafers, and he thinks it's probably not an amazing idea but really, how much worse can it get?
Don't answer that, obviously. He steps out into the sand and a bit closer, just short of the waves lapping at his worn soles. ]
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[her tail swishes back and forth.]
You're right about me overworrying. If I say something wrong, you're more than welcome to yell at me about it.
[but otherwise, she'll rest a hand on his back, and nudge him just a bit. walkies.]
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I'm not that nice. I would speak up if you said something, so that's one thing you don't need to fret about.
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Hah. [fair enough!] Then I won't. Just telling you to not spare my feelings, yeah? Nobody else does.
[she says this like she really genuinely does not mind that. there's no like bitter tone to it or anything. honesty is good.]
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[ Well, they can get a change of pace by warping to island, or be more depresso with the swamp. What we feeling. ]
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If you haven't noticed, I don't take silence very well at all. [she is joking at her own expense here.]
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[ That's on him, she has not been subtle in that regard. Off to the island they go, doesn't think too hard on how this happens because I didn't understand it very well the first time and I'm too lazy to reopen the page. ]
...
A break from the fog, finally.
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Oh, not swamp air. The sun! [it's sunset but it's still there! casually takes off out towards the sand like an overgrown toddler aaaaaaaa beach!!!!]
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Hold up now -- be careful not to get those bandages sandy or wet...!
[ That's gonna sting like a BITCH Karlach. ]
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she does hear him, though, and while she does not stop in her attempt to get to the waves, she does hoist her fucked up hand into the air so it doesn't get sandy or wet. she's just running through the sand like the hamilton poster pose ig]
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She looks so happy... ]
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so she does! she does. she goes up to her knees in the waves and stares out at the sunset, her tail whipping back and forth, hand pressed to her chest, above her slowly glowing heart.
and then she glances over her shoulder at him, and gestures. come on!!! come out...]
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He's fine like that, shifting his weight more onto one leg and observing this silhouette until she waves him over. He looks down at his fucked up shoes, his feet that're still healing from the callouses and wounds of walking so many miles in unfit loafers, and he thinks it's probably not an amazing idea but really, how much worse can it get?
Don't answer that, obviously. He steps out into the sand and a bit closer, just short of the waves lapping at his worn soles. ]
Having fun?
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[she says, a little breathless, pleased. the smile on her face is bright and genuine, for the first time in what feels like an age.]
Gods, I love the waves. This place is fucking grand.
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[ The phrasing makes it sound like maybe she has, but he wouldn't know. ]
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[ Port city... he's seen one, but it probably wasn't very beach-y. ]
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[the way she talks about it is like an old friend. a touch of longing, a touch of nostalgia. it's very clear that she adores the place she came from.]
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You clearly love the place.
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Mum used to joke that it was my first love. [her tail swishes.] Might be that's not even a joke. It's home. It's - hope, for me.
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Yeah. Yeah, that sounds fair. And only all the more tragic she'd been ripped from it for so long. ]
Mmhm. Had a good relationship with her?
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[this is a miracle none of my characters have good parents except for her]
I got so fucking lucky. My parents loved me and I loved them. Never was a question.
[it's why it's so easy for her to hand out affection like she does.]
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That's good. The last few years might've been hell... literally, but glad you had a good start.
And if you're on a good road now, too.
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I'm enjoying the road. Bumpy as fuck and my feet hurt, but I'm taking the scenic route so that's not a surprise.
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There's nice surprises waiting on the scenic route, at times. Life is quite long -- you can afford to take the long way.
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there's... a pause, at that. and then:]
Yeah. The long way's... nice.
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