[ 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. ]
[ I'm sorry about the silence but you would not believe how much party dialogue in his canon really is just '...'. He is just silent for a moment though, letting that sink in. It'd be a nice time for a smoke break and just have like five minutes to chill between them. ]
[this was my existence last game with throné i understand
she doesn't do silence so much, but with him? she's more amenable to it. still, if she's not talking, she's fidgeting. rocking back and forth on her heels, tail swaying. it's not anxious or impatient, she just likes to move.
she can take a bit to just enjoy the silence. get used to it, even.]
I would be impressed if you somehow managed to boil the entire ocean in that amount of time.
But yes, really. As long as we waterproof the actual wound area, I'm sure you could play a bit. Saline water isn't actually bad for wounds, but you don't know what's in the ocean, so.
Not a thing here anyway, even in smaller waters. Me and -- [she pauses. clears her throat.] Me and Boothill tried boiling the leeches but I'm all cooled down.
[she glances down at her hand.]
Anyway, yeah. I'd like that. It's been an age since I've gotten to swim.
[ Karlach blease. You worry him the most out of anyone else here injuries-wise. ]
...Right. Let's move some things around then, get you out there.
[ Just moving on from that -- let's focus on letting you have a spot of fun. There's like gloves and stuff between the farmstead and the Funky Fashionista surely there's at least one that's sort of waterproof or water-resistant. It's going on her hand with a bit of support to make sure they stay in place.
[tank priv baybeeee let her get down to one hp she'll be fine
she seems like she's still in a good mood at least, as they scrounge around for gloves. and once they've found something and she's all set up, she doesn't even bother taking anything off. maybe her boots, but the leather and stuff just stays as she jumps into the ocean with a holler, grinning.
she's a grown-ass woman but sometimes you just want to splash around in the sea like a toddler, so that's what she does for a bit. at least she's easy to spot in the waves, red and glowing.]
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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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she doesn't do silence so much, but with him? she's more amenable to it. still, if she's not talking, she's fidgeting. rocking back and forth on her heels, tail swaying. it's not anxious or impatient, she just likes to move.
she can take a bit to just enjoy the silence. get used to it, even.]
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Maybe we ought to just tie a plastic bag around your wrist. Your shoulder should be more or less alright by now, enough to take a quick dive.
[ Realistically no but we're functioning on a mg timeline. ]
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she grins at him, tail waving.]
You think so? [a beat.] Well, at least I won't boil the water this time.
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I would be impressed if you somehow managed to boil the entire ocean in that amount of time.
But yes, really. As long as we waterproof the actual wound area, I'm sure you could play a bit. Saline water isn't actually bad for wounds, but you don't know what's in the ocean, so.
[ Karlach deserves to swim... ]
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Not a thing here anyway, even in smaller waters. Me and -- [she pauses. clears her throat.] Me and Boothill tried boiling the leeches but I'm all cooled down.
[she glances down at her hand.]
Anyway, yeah. I'd like that. It's been an age since I've gotten to swim.
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...Right. Let's move some things around then, get you out there.
[ Just moving on from that -- let's focus on letting you have a spot of fun. There's like gloves and stuff between the farmstead and the Funky Fashionista surely there's at least one that's sort of waterproof or water-resistant. It's going on her hand with a bit of support to make sure they stay in place.
Be free!!! ]
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she seems like she's still in a good mood at least, as they scrounge around for gloves. and once they've found something and she's all set up, she doesn't even bother taking anything off. maybe her boots, but the leather and stuff just stays as she jumps into the ocean with a holler, grinning.
she's a grown-ass woman but sometimes you just want to splash around in the sea like a toddler, so that's what she does for a bit. at least she's easy to spot in the waves, red and glowing.]
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He really will just stand here and watch on until she exhausts herself like letting a dog go buck fucking wild at the park. ]
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