made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

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.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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[maydayqueen]

Great things have small beginnings, it's true. Brienne must have been an adorable baby. All chubby cheeks and smiles, Frea's sure. Babies are some of Frea's favorite things, and so is Brienne.

There's so much still to see and do. More than either of them could manage in a lifetime. It'll be so much fun trying.

Thinking can be highly overrated at times like these. 'Like' can mean too many things. She'll have to wait until Brienne is sure. Certain and ready. She only hopes it won't take too long.

Staying afloat is a very desirable outcome in this situation, and she has no complaints. When Brienne's hair is somewhat tidy again she stretches her arms out in either direction, all innocence and vulnerability in Brienne's arms. She couldn't possibly be planning anything. "I guess you'll have to take a risk and hope you can hold on with just one arm."

She looks and sounds so innocent.

Too innocent.

[oathstokeep]

Chubby cheeks, smiles and beautiful. They all start out beautiful right? There wasn't any thing too remarkable about her size then. New things to the world, no surprise that Frea would like them. Marvelous, challenging things seem to be her flavor.

A lifetime here ma be longer than the usual life expectancy of a knight, even a careful one. Brienne has set herself firmly in place here, taking all that there is to experience like a rock in an open field. Anything that comes will.

Like, yes. There is like. How much how to express it? Bit by bit.

The waves rock and this close she can appreciate the curve of Frea's mischievous brow and how her mouth turns up to smile. "One arm to swim, right?" Or paddle with her feet. It is very suspicious. Enough to have Brienne take a small glance away from her friend.

[maydayqueen]

All babies are beautiful to her. So is Brienne. Broad and strong and lovely. And challenging, too, certainly that. Stubborn and certain and loyal and good.

All manner of things will pass through a field with a rock in it. But she'll only see the one sky that way.

This close, they can appreciate all sorts of things about each other. Like how strong Brienne's shoulders are, and the glorious length of her neck. "Well, that too, yes. If only you had more arms. Then you'd never have to let me go."

But alas, Brienne looks away, which earns her a splash to the back of the head. When she looks back, Frea's looking innocently up at the sky. Innocent except for that smirk, anyway.

[oathstokeep]

All babies? It begs the question of how old Frea is and how many babies she has seen in her time. Personalities are what make such wonderful faces mean less. Brienne has come to think her strength and strive for goodness are all she has. Those last much longer. But what are those to timelessness and May Queens?

One second, one blink and watery chaos. Brienne squawks and dips them both not enough to submerge. Almost letting go, but almost isn't really.

"Clever! Very clever! I have arms enough for you." To hold her and see? Not letting go. They bob and sway now. It is much like dancing.

[maydayqueen]

All babies. She's old enough to know her own mind and young enough to be certain she's always right. A month or a millennium, depending how you look at it. Babies are potential, and potential is beautiful to her. Strength and goodness are excellent things that Frea admires.

Frea gasps when they dip, expecting to be submerged and surprised when she isn't. A loosened hold isn't one given up, true, and she has no interest in fighting it.

Instead, she rests her hands on Brienne's shoulders. Can't cause any mischief with her hands there, can she? "Yes, you do, and I'm luckier for it."

[oathstokeep]

Potential is beautiful. And boundless in infants. Is that the appeal of spring? The promise of all the things to come in the buds, babies and unhatched eggs. Now it is all making sense.

Brienne laughs softly. The shoulders are a good place to hold. The cut of the suit makes them look a little more narrow. Mischief is bound to happen. From one woman or the other. Since Frea is so willing to be ready she goes again even whispering, "Three, two..." Down they go again and under. The waves sway. They must breathe and no one will be drowning today and so Brienne pushes Frea first.

[maydayqueen]

Frea isn't as random as she might appear. Good work, Brienne, beginning to see that. There is hope for mutual understanding yet.

The width and breadth of Brienne's shoulders do not need to be narrowed. She's perfect the way she is. They wouldn't save her from mischief forever at any size. Another count, but not another race: another chance to go together. Frea doesn't fight, letting Brienne pull her under the waves. When she's pushed back into the air her hands take hold of Brienne's arms. They go together.