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Who: Neil Dylandy (imthefavorite) & Lyle Dylandy (dara_snipeir).
When: Some non-specific day in the middle of the daemon event.
Where: The pool.
Rating: PG somethin' like that.
Summary: Swimming and daemons and twins, oh my.
Warnings: Not to my knowledge.
It had been a rather erratic past few days, much of which had been tremendously stressful and some of which had been... very nice, actually. Nearly all of it had been confusing on some level. Once things had calmed down Lyle had decided to make his way down to the pool.
It was soothing, floating on his back and propelling himself through the space by making even strokes with the cool water welling up around him. It made it easier to think and sort through things rationally. It also made it easier to not think at all if he so chose. He could hear a loud sploosh, then a wet snuffling noise beside him. Lyle opened his eyes to find Sheridan had abandoned pacing beside him at the edge of the pool and was now dog-paddling beside him. Lyle righted himself reaching out to ruffle the wet fur on top of the coyote's head.
"Just couldn't stand it, could you, pup?"
"Sheridan. I have a name," she protested, though it was half-hearted since she seemed more preoccupied with the scritching and keeping her head above water.
When: Some non-specific day in the middle of the daemon event.
Where: The pool.
Rating: PG somethin' like that.
Summary: Swimming and daemons and twins, oh my.
Warnings: Not to my knowledge.
It had been a rather erratic past few days, much of which had been tremendously stressful and some of which had been... very nice, actually. Nearly all of it had been confusing on some level. Once things had calmed down Lyle had decided to make his way down to the pool.
It was soothing, floating on his back and propelling himself through the space by making even strokes with the cool water welling up around him. It made it easier to think and sort through things rationally. It also made it easier to not think at all if he so chose. He could hear a loud sploosh, then a wet snuffling noise beside him. Lyle opened his eyes to find Sheridan had abandoned pacing beside him at the edge of the pool and was now dog-paddling beside him. Lyle righted himself reaching out to ruffle the wet fur on top of the coyote's head.
"Just couldn't stand it, could you, pup?"
"Sheridan. I have a name," she protested, though it was half-hearted since she seemed more preoccupied with the scritching and keeping her head above water.