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[little_moons]

It'll never be for me what it is for Logan. That sense of freedom. Of flight. I come out here because it's relaxing. Because I like the water. The speckly, sparkly surface of the waves. Cool rushing salt water and that dull roar blocking out everything else. It's quiet out here because it's so damn loud. The whole damn island might break apart and

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[flowers_on_skin]

It was only a small cake, in a makeshift box. She sat on the sand with the girls and waited for him to come out of the water. When he did, she had hold of Flo's hand firmly by the wrist, brushing sand out of her palm.

"Sand isn't good for us, baby. It doesn't do anything for digestion."

She looked up at Neil, squinting into the sun.

"Happy birthday, pet."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, should've guessed you'd know," I snort, dropping my board into the sand and crouching down in front of them. Eying the box and brushing a grain of sand from Mack's cheek, I ask, "That for me?"

[flowers_on_skin]

"I know everything," said Eostre, with a touch of smugness, holding the box out to him and turning her cheek for a kiss.

"It might be."

[little_moons]

"Bullshit," I laugh, but I'm grinning and taking the box from her, leaning in to kiss her cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

[echolls_cursed]

He could make it to the beach now, but Logan couldn't really move in the sand, not yet. It was too hard to lift the crutches there, and he didn't want to risk getting sand in his cast. It was a little painful, watching someone else splash in the waves, and Logan turned his head away slightly as he tried not to think about how much he missed it.

It was Neil's birthday though, and Logan had made a point of showing up to say 'Happy Birthday'. Partly because he meant it, and, well, partly to prove to the other boy that he remembered things like that.

...He might have still been a touch bitter about everyone forgetting his the year before.

[little_moons]

Dropping my board onto the sand and slicking my hair back, I trudge across the sand to him, face breaking out in a grin and still blinking water out of my eyes.

"The fuck are you doin' out here? I was 'bout to come home."

[echolls_cursed]

"Just wanted to say happy birthday," Logan replied, shrugging a little and ignoring the fact that Neil smelt like saltwater and sand. All those stupid things that he missed.

"Didn't expect you to leave the hut so early."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, I know. 'm sorry, I just... needed to get out for a little while," I say, all the explanation I'll give right now for how restless I felt when I woke up this morning.

After a pause, I offer a crooked smile and a quiet, "Thanks," trying to catch his eyes and wondering why it's so fucking hard.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron was barefoot on the sand, close to the treeline, and her heart skipped a beat as she looked up, breath catching in her throat, but it only took a moment of watching him walk for her to see that it wasn't him. She was a master at hiding her true feelings, so as he - it must have been Neil, she'd seen him around - came closer she slipped on an easy, charming smile. "How's the water? Perfect as usual?"

[little_moons]

"Not bad," I shrug, blinking water from my eyes and pushing my hair back, figuring maybe I've seen her around before but pretty, curvy red-headed women aren't really going to hold my attention much. "Waves are a little choppy, I guess."

[poison_lipstick]

She could tell right away that she wasn't his type, and that was fine. Plenty of other fish in the sea. And as much as she hated admitting it to herself, she didn't think she could handle anything more than a passing acquaintance with someone who looked so much like Chris, at least for now.

"I haven't been brave enough to try surfing," she commented, shading her eyes with one hand as she looked out at the water. "I'd be liable to make a damn fool out of myself."

[little_moons]

"You're balancing on a fucking slab of wood out in the middle of the ocean, how could you not make a fool of yourself?" I snort, and even though I know a hell of a lot of people probably do it to look cool, it's never been about that for me. Not even close.

"'m Neil."

[canaan_divided]

Mamet's sitting on shore, a stuffed bear next to him.

"Wow," he says, chin propped up by his hands, "that sucked."

[little_moons]

"Oh, fuck off," I laugh, kicking sand at him and dropping my board to the ground. "What the fuck is that?"

[canaan_divided]

"What, this?" Mamet says, grabbing the bear and giving it a shake to get the sand off. "It's your fucking birthday present. It's what you wanted, remember?" He tosses the bear at Neil.

It's made out of brown corduroy, with paisley white and blue cloth for the ear insides and paws.

[little_moons]

Catching the little brown bear and coughing out a laugh, I look down at him with this completely confused sorta grin and ask, "Where the fuck did you get this? You didn't like... steal this off a kid, did you?"

[weary_head]

Dean was waiting for him on shore, his face caught somewhere between disapproval and amusement.

"You know, I thought you looked like you knew what you were doing," he said when Neil brought his dripping self close enough. "That was right about the time you went ass up."

[little_moons]

"Oh, fuck off," I snort, rolling my eyes and shaking salt water off onto him as soon as I'm close enough. "I know what I'm doing. I just got... distracted."

[weary_head]

"Oh, were you distracted by all that sucking you were doing?" Dean asked, brushing the water neatly from his arm. "Yeah, that happens to me, too."

[little_moons]

"Aw come on, I saw you standing out here, I just couldn't concentrate," I drawl, board dumped out on the sand and my shaggy hair slicked back from my face. "Be nice to me, man. It's my fucking birthday."