sand in uncomfortable places: the meme

[aroyaldouche]

So you need a vacation. The weather's nice, so why not hit the beach?



So here are the rules:

1. Comment with your character and put their name and canon in the subject line.
2. Do beach stuff with whoever threads with you. Go tanning. Collect seashells. Have a picnic. Swim. Surf. Visit the little resort. Almost drown. Reenact Baywatch. Get stranded at sea in a canoe. Day or night. Do your own thing.
3. There is no need for RNG here, just have fun. :)

Comments

robb stark;

[inheritings]

[ robb might have been tanning at some point, but he's more or less dozed off on his towel whoops. ]

[illegit]

[oh dang robb is getting burnt what is the best way to wake him up

is it inadvertent dripping]

[inheritings]

[ lkjlgakjdla what is this cold water why is it on him is it raining?

slowly rolling over to squint oh it's just jon snow. ]

You're dripping on me.

[illegit]

You're getting burnt.

[plops down next to.]

[inheritings]

Just gently crisped.

[ there's a wriggle, just enough to make room for jon on the towel. ]

[illegit]

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[<small he scootches over and flops down, then presses a finger to robb's arm to test the burn.</small>]

There's more sunscreen in the bag.

[inheritings]

You sound like my mother.

[ there's laughter in his voice. ]

A bit of a burn won't kill me.

[illegit]

I never said you needed to put it on.

[but when you are all red like a lobster he will laugh at you.]

[inheritings]

You implied it.

[ there's a playful nudge of his shoulder, knocking jon sideways. ]

[oftenandloudly]

[she just tosses a bottle of sunscreen gently on his back.]

You might want to roll over, you're starting to freckle.

[inheritings]

[ nooo mom he wants to sleep ]

Mm. I was comfortable on my stomach.

[ and a few freckles would just be endearing, right? ]

[oftenandloudly]

You're going to burn if you don't put some of that on.

[inheritings]

I just did, a few hours ago.

[ sometime pre-nap, but who knows when that was. ]

[oftenandloudly]

Humor me? [she's your mommy. she worries.]

[inheritings]

[ ugh playing the mom card unfair. robb rolls back up into a seated position, and starts smearing the lotion on. ]

Is it late?

[oftenandloudly]

It's about lunch time. I brought some sandwiches if you want one. And some lemonade.

[inheritings]

Where've the others gotten off to?

[ always the impulse, looking to where his brothers and sisters were. ]

[coxswain]

[ hey man. how do you feel about being nudged awake by a sandy foot? is it any better than being leaned over by someone with soaked and dripping hair. ]

[inheritings]

[ asha why.

robb shifts, gives something close to a whine as he rolls over onto his back to look up at her. there's a slowly raised eyebrow, inviting her to speak. if she's going to interrupt his nap, then there best be some sort of reason. ]

[coxswain]

Up.

[ Get in loser, we're going shopping. ]

We're going swimming. You're going to get fat if you come to a beach just to lay around.

[inheritings]

[ robb answer with a groan, and a long, lazy stretch. he can hear a few bones in his spine crack, and really, does he have to get up? ]

One day lying on the beach won't make me fat.

[ but he's already sitting up, brushing the sand from her foot-nudge from his skin. ]

[coxswain]

[ that won't do. that sand was a gift from the bottom of her...sole of her foot. ]

You're already getting a little round.

[ round 'bout the middle, certainly. which is accentuated by another prod of the foot, this time to his middle. ]

[inheritings]

[ he'll send a thank you note.

robb grabs her ankle, gives a light tug as his thumb presses against the curve of bone. ]

You're overexaggerating.

[ another light tug, and then he lets go, gets to his feet. ]

Come on, if you want to swim so badly.

[coxswain]

[ even asha, with her good sense if balance, staggers a little. keeping her feet is no problem, but she wobbles and raises an eyebrow at him challengingly. oh am I? or at least teasingly. ]

[ she waits until he is on his feet before turning toward the water. it's cold out there, might be sharks further out, filled with seaweed and rocky on the bottom, but it's beautiful. and had it not raised questions she might have taken him by the wrist and dragged him faster. ]

You come on.

[ but she'll have to settle for rebuffs and taking off with quick strides. ]

[inheritings]

[ robb shouts when the water hits his skin, cursing at the temperature. it's most likely not cold, but he's overheated from hours in the sun.

and starks aren't swimmers. wolves weren't made for the sea. the only swimming robb had done was after he'd met theon, after theon had dragged him by the scruff of his neck into the water and taught him to swim. and now here was asha, doing the same. ]

It's freezing, Asha.

[ half-hearted complaint. he's aware he's not speaking to a sympathetic audience. ]