[ P ] look at me the way you look at the ocean

He could see why she liked it— the sea. The rhythmic sound of the waves slamming themselves against the sand and the rocks was strangely comforting. Or perhaps that’s because the sound held a nostalgia factor — the two of them did grow up around here, after all. She had always been drawn to the sea — but Balfour had to have it grow on him. Truth be told, he had always kind of hated it when they were children. The sand would get between his toes (and everywhere else and make him look filthy-- black sand and gold fur did not mix); and sometimes the wind and ocean were so loud he had to yell to be heard (which he hated). The only reason he had visited the the ocean cliffs and beach alike as much as he had was because one of his favorite wolves haunted the seaside like a siren stranded onshore. And in all that begrudging time, the ocean grew on him. He was looking for her, and sure enough here she was, staring out at the watery horizon in what seemed to him, a longing look. His ears flicked in a moment of irritation, wondering how she could stare at the stupid sea like that so often, and never spare such an adoration for him. He shot the ocean a brief jealous glare. Ah well, perhaps today he would change that. His luminous eyes flicked inconspicuously to a cluster of rocks nearby, and then rested back on her lovely dark face. “Well well well, fancy meeting you here.” He said as he approached her, easy grin slicked onto his muzzle. “I mean really, what are the odds— " he continued jovially. "Fate bringing us together yet again.” he sighed as his lips pulled his grin a little further as he sat down beside her, leaning into her to nudge her shoulder if she allowed it. He stared out at the ocean for a silent moment before speaking again, side-glancing her. “Dreaming about being a fish again?” He asked, amused.

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The ocean had always called to her. Its lull had whispered through her ears since the day Laoise brought her home for the first time. Perhaps it was her namesake; To long for the waves and salty air. She’d even heard rumors of pirates within the tavern which rested in the caves below. Do you think they long for their families? It must be wonderful to simply drift freely.. She wonders to herself before the familiar scent of her childhood companion washes over her nostrils. Lunar-kissed blue eyes shut and absorb the comfort which follows the ashen smoke and precipitation. The damsel knew that the male had made his attempts to gain her affections, but she’d seen the pride Balfour held. It was something she shied away from. Where he enjoyed the attention, Llyr couldn’t have cared if anyone acknowledged her… and that made them vastly different. Her eyes are quick to roll at the greeting given, drifting to the corners so that he was within her vision. "It’s almost as if you knew I would be here." The maiden’s smooth tone of voice drifts through the silence as a gust of wind ripples through her pelage. She allows the nudge to her shoulder, but can’t help to raise a ‘brow’ when he continues to muse about fate. To the wolf was suspicious of the other’s intentions would not have been far from truth, gaze narrowing ever so slightly. Yet, she remains stoic and collected, speaking with contentment. "Not so much dreaming of being a fish.." She admits quietly and turns her luminous gaze to Balfour, her full attention on him for the briefest of moments. "Sometimes I wonder if there’s an adventure waiting for me somewhere." A shrug and the topic is shifted. "What brings you to your mortal enemy, the beach? I’m assuming the base answer is me, but what are you actually here for?” She was a coy woman with a quick wit and didn’t care to waste time.

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A familiar and endearing roll of her eyes greeted him first, causing his grin to widen just a smidge. “It’s almost as if you knew I would be here.” she said and he gave a dramatic gasp of shock, donning a look of innocent indignance. “I never! I was just on a stroll and I happened to see you sitting here, miss, nothing more.” he replied to assuage her suspicious glance. It, in fact, was an outright lie. His ear angled again toward the inconspicuous pile of rocks, as if he just couldn’t help himself. As he settled down and spoke of fish, she replied with her cool and calm tones -- something he would never admit to cherishing. “Not so much dreaming of being a fish….” Her eyes turned on him, and he found that familiar flip of his stomach every time her moonshine gaze lingered even in his general direction. When she looked right at him though -- his chest seemed to swell, and his mouth went dry. “Sometimes I wonder if there’s an adventure waiting for me somewhere.” she said, and then shrugged as if to dismiss it. In a rare fashion, Balfour’s grin faded. His brows pulled briefly together. He would never admit that her wanderlust hurt his feelings -- because it didn’t. It didn’t. It didn’t. He did wonder why, though. It was like a tick that nestled firmly in her brain and infected the rest of her, not letting her forget about the wider world out there. An annoying itch she couldn’t seem to reach--emphasis on the annoying. And Balfour had no intention to help her scratch it. He could not understand her desire for adventure -- after all, life in Sussex, in the brothel, right next to the Drunken Seagull, was full of adventure in it’s own right. Just the other day he met a wolf who swore he had killed a Fae and then entered the netherworlds to retrieve his lost eye (true, he had had a lot of mead but it was a hell of a story). Balfour had always been content here. He couldn’t figure out why Llyr was not. “What brings you to your mortal enemy, the beach? I’m assuming the base answer is me, but what are you actually here for?” Balfour let out a noisy breath through his nose. “So businesslike, Lady Llyr.” he tsked, looking down his nose appraisingly at her. “Can’t I just want to spend time in the glowing presence of my dear friend?” he asked with the grin returned. It was said as a joke, but it was actually the truth -- she was one of his favorite wolves to spend time with. Well, neither here nor there-- she was correct in that there was a purpose to his visit today.

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