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no_true_pairTitle: To The Sea, From The Sea
Fandom: Romancing SaGa
Characters: Gray, Myriam
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 02 July, 'Gray and Myriam go to the beach'
"So, what do you think?"
Myriam was probably going to fry herself scarlet, that’s what Gray thought. That slip of a skirt and the equally-slippy top let more skin show than he’d ever seen her bare, and the sun was not going to be merciful.
She did look nice, though; no harm in admitting that much. She’d come all the way back from Estamir to find him, besides. That was also kind of nice, and maybe a little unexpected, not that he’d admit that either …
Planting his rake tines-down and leaning on it, Gray raked windblown ponytail out of his face and cocked his head.
"I think you’ll fit right in, if you tan and don’t cook. That looks nice on you."
"Ha! You think I didn’t take precautions? Joke’s on you, Gray -- and you can’t say much anyway. What’re you doing, wandering around in less than three layers of clothes? I’m probably talking to some doppelganger!"
He glanced down at himself, shrugging. Yeah he probably did look kind of different, what with the lack of shirt or tunic or much of anything else on his top half and his trousers rolled nearly to his knees. But it was easier. And that wasn’t all.
"It’s more comfortable like this on the beach, obviously. You’re doing the same thing, aren’t you?"
Myriam tossed her head, mock-insulted.
"That’s beside the point -- and it’s not why I’m here anyway. I wanted to see what you were up to, Gray, and here you are … raking clams? Those are what’s in the basket, right?"
In answer he fished a handful of chunky molluscs from his catch and held them out. Most were as grey as his hair; some were pinkish, or off-ivory, or vaguely striped. One hinted at deep violet insides. Myriam blinked, baffled, and Gray chuckled.
"Yeah, they are. And some other stuff. No sense buying food when there’s plenty here -- I could bring them in to the market, but that’s more work than it’s worth. Some of the shells are worth setting aside, though. But, mainly …"
He paused, staring out over the ocean.
"Mainly I just wanted quiet for a while. Beach’s quiet. No one comes to Ligau and they don’t go to these beaches. Which is good, because I can show you something. Hold out your hand."
Eyeing him dubiously, Myriam did so.
"This better not be some creepy crawly."
"No crawlies. Just some things I found. I thought you’d like to see them even if it’s not that strange."
From a pocket Gray pulled a handful of … glass? Were they glass? But smooth and velvety and frosted, a multitude of colours that glowed under the brilliant sunshine.
"Took me a while to find that many, because it’s sand here.
"If you’re staying a while yourself, I can show you where to look?"
Fandom: Romancing SaGa
Characters: Gray, Myriam
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 02 July, 'Gray and Myriam go to the beach'
"So, what do you think?"
Myriam was probably going to fry herself scarlet, that’s what Gray thought. That slip of a skirt and the equally-slippy top let more skin show than he’d ever seen her bare, and the sun was not going to be merciful.
She did look nice, though; no harm in admitting that much. She’d come all the way back from Estamir to find him, besides. That was also kind of nice, and maybe a little unexpected, not that he’d admit that either …
Planting his rake tines-down and leaning on it, Gray raked windblown ponytail out of his face and cocked his head.
"I think you’ll fit right in, if you tan and don’t cook. That looks nice on you."
"Ha! You think I didn’t take precautions? Joke’s on you, Gray -- and you can’t say much anyway. What’re you doing, wandering around in less than three layers of clothes? I’m probably talking to some doppelganger!"
He glanced down at himself, shrugging. Yeah he probably did look kind of different, what with the lack of shirt or tunic or much of anything else on his top half and his trousers rolled nearly to his knees. But it was easier. And that wasn’t all.
"It’s more comfortable like this on the beach, obviously. You’re doing the same thing, aren’t you?"
Myriam tossed her head, mock-insulted.
"That’s beside the point -- and it’s not why I’m here anyway. I wanted to see what you were up to, Gray, and here you are … raking clams? Those are what’s in the basket, right?"
In answer he fished a handful of chunky molluscs from his catch and held them out. Most were as grey as his hair; some were pinkish, or off-ivory, or vaguely striped. One hinted at deep violet insides. Myriam blinked, baffled, and Gray chuckled.
"Yeah, they are. And some other stuff. No sense buying food when there’s plenty here -- I could bring them in to the market, but that’s more work than it’s worth. Some of the shells are worth setting aside, though. But, mainly …"
He paused, staring out over the ocean.
"Mainly I just wanted quiet for a while. Beach’s quiet. No one comes to Ligau and they don’t go to these beaches. Which is good, because I can show you something. Hold out your hand."
Eyeing him dubiously, Myriam did so.
"This better not be some creepy crawly."
"No crawlies. Just some things I found. I thought you’d like to see them even if it’s not that strange."
From a pocket Gray pulled a handful of … glass? Were they glass? But smooth and velvety and frosted, a multitude of colours that glowed under the brilliant sunshine.
"Took me a while to find that many, because it’s sand here.
"If you’re staying a while yourself, I can show you where to look?"