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Who: Nill [

mutedfeather] & James Sunderland [

loves_cake]
Where On the beach
When: After James’ most recent post
Rating: That is a good question... James usually warrants an R, and Nill is G city... :C
Summary: Nill gets James out of the room and onto the beach for a picnic
the Story:

Nill has to stop by the kitchen before heading out to the beach, but hopes that she can still make it there before him. She scurries about the kitchen, collecting everything for their picnic. The mansion can be very helpful when it wants to be. In no more than fifteen minutes she has a large picnic basket in her arms, balancing it carefully. It’s clear from the size and the weight that she’s brought far too much for just two people, but it’s better than not having enough. Her head barely comes up over the top of the basket, using her chin to help keep the basket steady. The extra weight slows her down considerably, and it’s a lot of stairs to carefully make her way down.

When she’s out on the beach she feels confident enough to pick up the pace, legs moving in an awkward looking jog. She stumbles at the sudden change of sand beneath her feet, but fortunately (for herself and for the picnic) she regains her balance with little trouble. Nill’s relieved that she got there first, surveying the area for the perfect spot. In the end, it all sort of looks the same to her, so she selects a spot that’s far enough away from the water so they won’t be bothered by it. She spreads out the blanket with the utmost care, sitting cross legged in the middle as she waits for James.

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Nill has no idea what a sandcastle is—she doesn’t even know what a sandcastle looks like. She’s making her best effort to recreate her home, the church.

When James joins her she smiles up at him before returning to her work, trying to make her lump more vertical. It still doesn’t look like much of anything, but she’s satisfied with the progress that she’s making.

She pats her makeshift church, using her fingers to dig windows in the sides. If nothing else it looks like a lopsided house with holes poked into it, but she’s proud nonetheless. To finish, she carefully writes H-O-M-E in the sand beside it.

"Home, huh?" James says nothing more, he just looks down at the little pile of sand for a while, then back out at the water.

Honestly, James really doesn't have a home he wants to go back to. Everything he had to miss followed him here, and it was only a sour reminder of just what an awful person he is. He'd told Harry when they met that he'd made his peace with it, but obviously it was an awful lie.

The air is so fresh, he's sort of forgotten what it felt like to go outside.

Turning, he finally heads back to the blanket, sitting down and carefully placing the foodstuffs back into the basket. With a rueful sigh, he flops back, hands behind his head, and closes his eyes.

Really, it's no time for a nap, but maybe it's the warm weather and light breeze that make him a bit drowsy.

Nill tends to her sand church even as James returns to the blanket. She adds a mini-Nill and Haine, Badou and Bishop. They’re all nothing more than smaller lumps of sand beside the bigger lump.

Eventually the waves draw closer and closer, flooding the sand church and drowning the sand people. She lifts her dress slightly before standing to avoid the incoming water. The girl stands over the sand church, watching it until it’s completely gone.

After glancing back to make sure James is alright, Nill heads out into the water, smiling to herself as her feet sink slightly into the sand, and the water comes up higher. Something in the water catches her eye, Nill leaning over to inspect. A long fish swims through her legs and back around again. Her hands hover just above the water, following its movements.

Several futile attempts later, Nill’s attempts to catch the fish end with her tumbling head first into the water. She seems more upset about not being able to catch the fish than anything else, Nill trudging out of the water soaking wet. She rejoins James at the blanket, assuming that he’s fallen asleep as she removes her dress.

The dress is laid out carefully on the sand in hopes of drying it, Nill left in an only slightly less soaked cream colored slip. She flops down next to him on the blanket, stretching out happily in the sun.

Watching Nill play in the water, James is slowly slipping into a state of only being half-aware. Even when she eventually flops down beside him.

The sun is doing it's number on him, for sure, and he's beginning to slip away and give in to sleep. In combination, the breeze, the warmth, the sound of waves lapping on sand...

It's a losing battle, that James isn't entirely opposed to losing.

Rolling over on his side, he finally falls under a thin veil of sleep.

It's nice for once, to sleep without the aid of some hard alcohol in his blood. Even if it's not very deep, it feels far more restful, and he's not plagued by any dreams.