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sixthiterationlogs2017-05-23 01:12 am
fishermansweater) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-05-23 01:12 am
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- !ota,
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ψ come away little lass come away to the water | SWIMMING MINGLE OTA
WHO: E V E R Y O N E
WHERE: The waterfall
WHEN: During the hot weather in late May
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: PROBABLY NAKED. cw your warnings in individual threads.
STATUS: Open. THIS IS A MINGLE, have at it, tag around, you know what to do. If you want Finnick, let me know in the comment subject!
He wouldn't actually say it was really hot yet, but it's definitely getting to the sort of temperatures that make Finnick miss swimming. There's no substitute for the sand of a beach underfoot, the reassuring roar of the surf, the taste of salt in the air, but there is at least water here, tumbling down from the waterfall and flowing through the canyon until it disappears into the rocks to the south. And he knows from constantly checking his fish traps that the water is deliciously cool.
He's tested out a few spots along the river for swimming, and it's good to be in the water again, after being kept out of it for so long by the harshness of the winter. Not swimming doesn't feel right to him, and it never has. He's never spent this long somewhere with a winter this cold, and he can't remember ever going this long without swimming. So Finnick's been testing the water out since before it was probably what most people would consider to be warm enough to swim. It had helped that he and Annie had some gifts to hunt for in the river, but those have long been found, and now it's just for relaxation.
The calmest, most relaxing place he's found so far for swimming in the river is the pool at the foot of the waterfall, where the water plunges into the canyon crisp and cool from the heights of the cliffs. It's deep around the falls, and it's big enough to swim, and Finnick spends most of the hottest parts of the day there.
So whenever he hears someone talking about the heat while he's dropping food off in the village, he suggests they try the waterfall pool. Word's likely to get around, so he won't be entirely surprised to find other people stopping by the falls.
When they do, they're likely to find him swimming around the deep part near the falls, stripped down to his underwear and, from the grin on his face, having the time of his life. It's clear just from looking at him that he's good at this, moving through the water with a confidence and grace more like to a sea-creature than a man. He's in such a good mood that he even calls out to greet many of the people who approach.
Of course, he's not the guardian of the waterfall: everyone's welcome to stop by whether he's there or not. Once or twice, there's even a moose to be seen standing at the edge of the pool taking a long, relaxing drink.
WHERE: The waterfall
WHEN: During the hot weather in late May
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: PROBABLY NAKED. cw your warnings in individual threads.
STATUS: Open. THIS IS A MINGLE, have at it, tag around, you know what to do. If you want Finnick, let me know in the comment subject!
He wouldn't actually say it was really hot yet, but it's definitely getting to the sort of temperatures that make Finnick miss swimming. There's no substitute for the sand of a beach underfoot, the reassuring roar of the surf, the taste of salt in the air, but there is at least water here, tumbling down from the waterfall and flowing through the canyon until it disappears into the rocks to the south. And he knows from constantly checking his fish traps that the water is deliciously cool.
He's tested out a few spots along the river for swimming, and it's good to be in the water again, after being kept out of it for so long by the harshness of the winter. Not swimming doesn't feel right to him, and it never has. He's never spent this long somewhere with a winter this cold, and he can't remember ever going this long without swimming. So Finnick's been testing the water out since before it was probably what most people would consider to be warm enough to swim. It had helped that he and Annie had some gifts to hunt for in the river, but those have long been found, and now it's just for relaxation.
The calmest, most relaxing place he's found so far for swimming in the river is the pool at the foot of the waterfall, where the water plunges into the canyon crisp and cool from the heights of the cliffs. It's deep around the falls, and it's big enough to swim, and Finnick spends most of the hottest parts of the day there.
So whenever he hears someone talking about the heat while he's dropping food off in the village, he suggests they try the waterfall pool. Word's likely to get around, so he won't be entirely surprised to find other people stopping by the falls.
When they do, they're likely to find him swimming around the deep part near the falls, stripped down to his underwear and, from the grin on his face, having the time of his life. It's clear just from looking at him that he's good at this, moving through the water with a confidence and grace more like to a sea-creature than a man. He's in such a good mood that he even calls out to greet many of the people who approach.
Of course, he's not the guardian of the waterfall: everyone's welcome to stop by whether he's there or not. Once or twice, there's even a moose to be seen standing at the edge of the pool taking a long, relaxing drink.
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"Is there another Great War?" Elizabeth's brow furrowed and her mouth turned down in a frown; she had heard about the first one from her father and uncle and lived through the second one. It had been her sincere hope to never see the world thrust into global war again.
"I had hoped everything we did at Reims and Potsdam would have prevented that from happening again. I guess there's no accounting for the cruelty of man, is there?"
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The sun seems a little too bright, the water chilly. What's the point of sharing any of this with her? Her kind are insulated from the horror.
"Look, Liz, your secret's safe. Just don't expect me to bow or anything and we're square."
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"I wouldn't want you to bow," Elizabeth said, equal parts amused and horrified that he'd even suggest such a thing. She wanted nothing more than the anonymity that this place afforded and demanding that she be styled and honored would completely defeat that purpose. Still, she settled on amused and her lips turned up in a suggestion of a smile.
"I wouldn't suppose you're utterly attached to Liz as a moniker, are you? I've never been a Liz."
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"I think it's working for you. Liz. 'Elizabeth' is kind of a mouthful."
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At the moment, she didn't feel much like an Elizabeth. She was dripping wet, she'd just been bested by a moose and she was talking to someone that, if she didn't know better, she'd suspect was attempting to flirt with her. It was all utterly absurd and something she'd never experienced before in her life. Elizabeth had always been sheltered and cushioned by the crown, insulated from the real world by the distance and privacy that the public afforded the House of Windsor. As simply Elizabeth, though, she had a chance at normal interaction.
Was she a Liz after all? To this man, she clearly was.
"All right. I will allow you the concession of calling me Liz, if only because you have a nice smile. What shall I call you in exchange?"