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Random Fun with Jamie

Wellington has decided to rain a lot even though its Summer, Tiwa doesn't approve so she's found a place on the beach and has her shoes off.

She's got a packet of things from Victoria beside her that she probably should look through, but for now, she might be asleep.

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"A Spidren did."

His answer lacks any further explanation, however, as he seems to be studying the stretch of sand behind the boulder. He walks left, then right, and eyes the sand for another moment before dropping to his knees and starting to dig.

"As silly as it sounds, that day changed everything."

"Wouldn't say that, all you need is a little change of the wind and your course is different. How did it change things for you?"

As he digs, she shifts to watch him, not quite perched on the boulder.

The sand starts to accumulate under his fingernails, gritty and damp, and he smiles at the feel of it.

"Other than discovering the end of the universe and catching Ma out? I started having visions."

"What sorts of visions? I hope your mother wasn't too annoyed by being caught out."

Tiwa moves forward to put her toes into the sand.

"She was, but the Lioness has ever had a fierce temper."

He laughs, clearly fond of both his mother AND her temper.

"Visions of what's happened. To others. I didn't know that, then. It was all very confusing and I said not a word to anyone."

"She sounds like fun. Brave of you to not say anything but also kind of foolish. You're from a world of magic after all."

A shrug.

"I wanted it to myself for awhile, so I could understand it. Or pick it apart. We didn't know about our father yet," he thinks to add.

Somewhat unhelpfully.

"I can see that. What about your father? You hop all over things almost as bad as I do."

Though she's grinning as she says it so its probably more of a compliment.

Jamie laughs, taking it as such.

"Thank you," he grins. "Da-"

His fingers touch glass, and he pauses to pull an old, sandy bottle free.

"Da is the Antichrist."

Tiwa just blinks at him for a bit, religion is odd in her world,

"How does that work?"

"An excellent question."

How does it work? Adam has no mother. Jamie had asked Lucifer once and received nothing more than an enigmatic smirk.

"Lucifer... made him. Da was supposed to destroy Earth. He chose not to."

"Oh, so he changed his story."

That part does make sense and makes Tiwa smile, some stories need to be shifted after all.

"He did," Jamie says, giving her an approving look. "Later, he met my Ma and moved to Tortall."

Grinning, he wipes the sand off the bottle, pulls out the cork and offers it to her.

"But he must have passed on a little of his old powers, you see."

"Yeah, I can see that."

She takes the bottle carefully and peers inside it.

"Rum," Jamie announces cheerfully.

"Oh, why would you bury rum in the sand?"

She does take a drink though and flushes at the heat of it.

"You'd have to ask the person who buried it."

Jamie waits for her reaction, then laughs.

"Bit of a bite, aye?"

"Just a bit, yeah. Who buried it?"

"A pirate," Jamie answers unhelpfully, pointing to his left eye. "I'm observant, remember?"

She laughs and leans forward to kiss him,

"You must have been sneaky if the pirate didn't see you."

"Didn't say that he didn't, but yes," he drawls, stealing another kiss and then the bottle, "I'm very sneaky."

His expression changes slightly, losing a little of his default cheer.

"I told you all that so you'd know, lass. We spend much time together and I might see things."

"I see."

She looks thoughtful and runs her hand through his hair,

"You can ask, I'm not always good at speaking straight but I try to be true. Just never been good when folks are worrying about me, I'm the one who's supposed to keep them in the now."

"That so? By all means, do your best to keep me in the now."

Jamie smiles and runs a hand over her hair in turn.

"I'll worry if it's warranted, but don't you fret about speaking straight with me. Speak how you want to speak and I'll keep up."

"Sort of, yeah, some call us the jesters of the Fae. Also ask if you're curious, been told its good to speak of things."

Its easy enough to lean so their foreheads meet and relax against him.

Knowing full well that he's nearly always curious, Jamie just smiles and sits there, forehead to forehead, the glass bottle refreshingly cool in his hand.

"I will, then."

Just not now.

Now is nice, and he rather likes enjoying these sorts of moments to the fullest.

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