Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law (
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made waves with some friends I know
















Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.
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While she's considering, she again appreciates the two pairs of hands for her to hold and lightly, lightly swing with the wind. "Three...?"
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The corners of her mouth curl.
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Hand swinging? Brienne really is starting to relax! Frea's enjoying it so much she almost forgets what they were counting for. Oh yes. Racing. Hmm, that means she needs one of her hands back--but not both. Holding hands while they race into the waves means nobody gets left behind. Yes. This is ideal.
And if they have a tie, they'll just have to trade shells.
Frea whoops with joy when she splashes into the water. The cold water brushes up over her ankles before retreating. She chases it across the sand, kicking up the foam and twirling around in the spray and laughing. Always laughing.
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Just a little hand-swinging, yes. Progress. Brienne lets go of one hand, anticipating another. Together? Oh. That doesn't seem like a bad change at all. Off they go across the sand. She finds herself laughing, laughing too at the first cold splash over the tops of her feet.
The last time she even saw the sea was from King's Landing. The water was not nearly so inviting.
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A little progress is only going to encourage Frea to hope for more. It's a slippery slope, Brienne, from the cold peaks of moral certitude down into the valley of joy.
And then there's laughing. Be still, her heart! Frea grins up at her friend, enjoying the moment while it lasts. "You have a nice laugh."
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Being in the cold for so long she really has had only a vague idea of what she had been missing. What started as exclusion has ended up to be self-imposed hermitage. But the way down is so inviting.
A kick to the waves sends more water to swirl. "Oh..." Brienne hadn't realized she was laughing. She's been stern and vigilant slowly coming to be carefree as well as warmer. "Not so much as yours." She starts to step into the waves.
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Frea is great at feasts! They'll host the best feast Westeros has ever seen. Food and flowers will be abundant, and the weather will, of course, be perfect. A lingering taste of summer in a land facing too much winter. It shall be every good thing.
The way down is strewn with flowers and ends in Frea's arms. There may be an occasional thorn, but what does that matter when there'll be kisses better?
"I like it." It's pressing, but it's the last of the pressing. A little reward for Brienne's bravery in letting herself laugh again. "When's the last time you went swimming?"
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Oh but what are thorns truly? Life has its barbs. And Brienne has a bark rough exterior. When there will be kisses oh then any thorns should be just fine.
She still smiles. No other reproach or remark aside from a little more color. That's the standard is it not? "I can't place the day but it was before I left to pledge Tarth for King Renly. I'd say more than a year." Another kick to the water. "Too long."
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Every life has its pains, it's true, and these thorns have roses.
It's a good standard to maintain. The gentle back-and-forth will let them both ease into the changes ahead. Frea kicks some water in Brienne's general direction, intending to splash her a bit. "Then I'm doubly glad we came today. Thank you."
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Every rose worth possessing will have thorns, else how would it be a rose?
Frea's demeanor has made the slow divestment of personal armor a liberating task. Splashing is it. Brienne has to stoop to touch the water with her fingertips and swirl it about, still holding her friend's hand. "Thank you." Giving into the whim she flings her fingertips in Frea's direction.
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Everyone worthy of possessing a rose knows a rose cannot be possessed, only loved in the way it will allow.
Splashing it is, and now she's hoist on her own petard. Unreliable things, those petards. She tries to look indignant about getting splashed--for about a half a second. Then she is, predictably, laughing. "You're welcome!" She splashes in Brienne's direction again.
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There is much to learn. This is not a simple art of gardening. Oh no. This is a new skill.
Indignation at splashing is the standard response. So is a retaliation after said splash. The water is cold enough to get a wince and a brighter laugh out of Brienne. Full water war is now waged!
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Frea's garden requires tending as careful as the most delicate bloom, but oh, the rewards.
It might not have been her most inspired or surprising reaction, but sometimes the predictable is comforting. But if it's war, well then. She's dragging Brienne further out into the water where their differences in height won't matter so much. She suspects Brienne swims like a fish, so she isn't worried.
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There's a reason why people tread lightly in gardens among the flowers. This much Brienne knows.
"Deeper?" she asks but there's not a hint of worry. She follows. And not without splashing at her, scooping handfuls again and again her way. It will be some time before depths can challenge her footing. And yes, Frea she swims very well. Soon choice of dress doesn't matter at all either. Will you look at that? Beneath the waves no one can see. Despite her comfort in open water there is this nagging impulse to hold onto Frea.
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Once they've learned their ways around each other, Frea won't seem so fragile. She requires a deft touch, but a sure one.
"Deeper," she confirms. Brienne may still be on her feet, but Frea's bobbing with the waves now. It's harder to swim while holding Brienne's hand, but it's worth the effort. Seeing Brienne playing is worth so much more than a little inconvenience. They can splash each other and laugh and bob together, and hold onto each other in more ways than physically.
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Deftness could be applied to other arts not just swordsmanship. Right?
After a time Brienne finally dunks her head beneath the water and come up to spout water. If it so happens to be in Frea's direction, so be it.
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This is surely true. Many arts benefit from a deft touch. Sewing, one imagines.
It just so happens to be in Frea's direction, so accidentally, uh huh. Brienne's got a wicked sense of humor when she lets loose and Frea's loving it. "Ack! I'll get you for that one!" Splish splash she's so threatening, really.
Just wait until the next time Brienne closes her eyes. Frea vanishes and won't be so easy to find.
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When you put down your knitting and raise shields and swords you do forget that there are subtle things that are just as piercing and tough.
How she manages to grin and not swallow sea water yet is anybody's guess. That's what she deserved. One blink too many in the bright sunlight and Brienne is seemingly alone. "Frea? ...Frea?"
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A knight with an understanding of the subtle things would also be a force to be reckoned with.
Frea's not answering. But there's a distinct tickling in the small of Brienne's back. Nothing there when she whirls around... just how long can Frea hold her breath?
About this long; she's surfacing behind Brienne now, trying to fill her lungs again before she's caught.
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She whirls around treads water trying to get a distance and perspective. No time to worry yet. "Frea, you're not a fish." Though it has been some time now. There's a gulp and when she has turned around...drat. A moment too late.
"Frea." She idly splashes at the surface. Waiting now.
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No, she's not a fish. Or is she? Is she perhaps a mermaid? Or a siren?
No. The water is not her element or her native home, but she can get around in it well enough to brush a hand against Brienne's leg before flitting away again to surface out of reach. There's no mistaking or hiding the mischievous grin behind the hair plastered to her cheeks.
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Real women. Not teasing, fish impersonating women.
Finally there she is! And such a smile that is. Even out of reach with the sunlight reflecting off the waters, Brienne can make out that smile. "You think you're very clever don't you?" She may not have very impressive lungs but she can swim. Brienne dives and heads like a shot in Frea's direction.
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"I think you like the challenge," she retorts. She'd be smirking if she wasn't in the middle of realizing she's in trouble. She tries to dart to one side so she won't kick Brienne, but it's harder to get started when she's being so careful. It won't be hard to catch her.
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"I like you don't I?" Careful, her competitive nature is comfortable ground. She can say things like that. And it is true. If she is kicked, it won't be a problem. Brienne is very sturdy. And they are at war. Wounds happen. She grips Frea about her torso and pushes to surface so they can breath.
It would seem that the May Queen is a prisoner!
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There will be a mermaid meeting in their future. She can arrange these things.
Oh, so that's how it is? "I sure hope so." The flirtatious possibilities of the exchange aren't lost on her, and she does wonder just how Brienne means that...
It's not a time for daydreaming because now she's been caught. Oh dear. Once they've surfaced and caught their breath she brushes Brienne's hair out of her face. "Hello there."
Brienne has a prisoner. What's she gonna do about it?
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Their outings will never be dull at the rate they're going. Hot springs, flower fields, sun-soaked beaches now and they haven't covered much ground at Nexus.
Like can mean so very much. It is the only word that she has for what Frea has been inspiring in her, like interpreting a language. Oh who can think now?
Caught with arms and not tentacles of a Kraken or shark will mean she stays afloat! Those wouldn't have to worry about straw patches of hair in the way. She opens one eye completely than the other. "Hullo. Now you won't be slinking off. How am I to splash you?"
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