Do I? [ She moves to copy him, shifting to slide her leg back a little more and move her arms to copy his, taking in a slow breath and exhaling deeply, eyes closing as the sun falls on her face.]
Yup! [The word comes out on an exhale as he leans his chest over his thigh, twisting his upper body, his elbow on the outside of his knee, his hands together in the prayer pose. He doesn't even attempt to hold this one for long, straightening back and stretching his arms ahead of his, trying to reach out as far as he can.]
This might seem easy but wait until we get to Eka Hasta Vrksasana, Sayanasana or Pungu Mayurasana. We'll see who's laughing then.
[He waggles his eyebrows at Charlie, grinning while biting on his lower lip as he moves on to the next pose. He bends over until his head is grazing the sand, his hat falling off after a moment. hair flying around his face as he pulls his arms behind his back, hands joined in a shoulder stretch.]
[ he really needs to cut it out with all that handsome charm he's got going on. When she'd first saw him in the hallway, she honestly didn't think he would be much of... well, she thought he was probably just a beefcake bad boy.
But it turns out he's actually funny and charming. And maybe despite being covered in tattoos and piercings, he's actually a sweetheart.]
Okay, but those all sound made up, [ she gives him a flat look before laughing, moving to copy him. Of course, when he moves to put his head on the sand, basically, she tries and fails, miserably, falling forward and catching her balance with her hands and laughing raucously because of it.]
[He straightens up and laughs when she trips over herself, moving over to help.] You okay? [He asks between chuckles.]
Want me to demonstrate one of these made-up poses? [Because, even though thy might sound like they are, none of them are actually made-up, and even Arel still struggles sometimes with the one armed peacock.
But if he gets another occasion to show off, why not? She's probably done with yoga for now, and the sun is up, which means it'll be soon time to hit the shower and get ready for class anyway.]
My body is fine, my pride is totally wounded, [ she laughs, moving to try and clean the sand off her hands, rubbing them together and eying the ocean like he'd been doing earlier. Suddenly it looks more inviting than ever even if a shower is probably a much better idea.]
Go for it, I'm going to stand here in awe if they turn out to be legit.
[And it is. It takes a while, for Arel to first get into a handstand, before he lowers himself to his elbows and brings his legs forward, in his favourite variation of the scorpion pose.
Holding his head on his hands, he gives her a look.]
[He drops back to his knees, straightening his back and grinning.] Maybe we'll get you here. I mean - if you want to do it again?
[It was a short session, but he had fun. She's so pretty - her eyes bright in the sunlight as they sit next to each other, slightly sweaty still - he finds that he doesn't really want to go back just yet.]
I would like that, if you don't mind me slowing you down on the yoga front. [ Because running? She's got him beat but yoga is a different animal. For now.
She glances at the ocean for a moment before looking back the way they came.] It's nice out here. Beaches weren't really a thing where I am from.
I don't mind. [He rests his elbows on his knees, feet digging in the sand. He smiles at her, letting himself relax now, muscles loos, the beach quiet around them.] Gets me to spend more time with you, right?
[Might as well be honest about it, too. It's flirting, but it's genuine.]
Yeah? You're from the Midwest or something? [Betraying where he's from, maybe.] I'm from London, so it's not like we have that many beaches either.
[ His honesty makes the flush already present on her cheeks deepen a shade or two.] Well, I wouldn't mind that part either. [ The spending more time with him part. She knows how to play it cool, although her voice is warm and soft as it is confident and pleased.
She watches the waves for a moment before she answers.] I was born in North Dakota but we moved up to Canada after my mother died. [ After her mother was killed by hunters. Her shy smile falters a tiny bit before she glances at him.]
I've always wanted to see London... we only passed through the airport to get here.
We don't have to only meet at the break of dawn, though. [They're sitting close - although it doesn't feel quite close enough. There's a part of him that wants to reach out, hold her chin between two fingers and pull her in, kiss her lightly, just because.
He doesn't.]
I'm sorry, about your mum. [He could say that he understands, that he gets it, that he's the same, but it's kind of shitty. He hates when people do that to him, make it about themselves.]
So what are you saying... [ Her eyebrows waggle playfully.] You want to take me to breakfast? [ She bumps his arm with hers before she nods at what he says about her mother..]
It was a long time ago, [ she says with a thankful expression, although she wouldn't have minded if he'd told her that he could relate. Most people don't know what to say or how to say it, like, ever. ]
What's your favorite thing to do there? [ And no, he's not the the only one who wants to do a little kissing. He looks magnificent in the early morning light, his tattoos are fascinating, she wants to look at every one, she wants to touch every one. But his lips hold her attention even more, the way his jaw slopes into his mouth, the way his whole face seems to... point to his lips. And even as she asks the question, her eyes are focused on them.]
[He grins.] What do you think of bacon and pancakes? Syrup or not syrup?
[He nods when she mentions that it was a long time ago - it doesn't necessarily make it easier to deal with, but he's all too happy to change topics so that he doesn't have to be reminded of his own family dying.
She might have been discreet in the way she looks at him and his lips, but it's part of who he is to notice this stuff.
They're, like, two of the most essential food groups, obviously. And syrup is a blessing from the gods. [ Breakfast is probably her favorite meal of the day, mostly because she eats a lot of it and it's always good after a nice, long run. She's got the appetite of a wolf and of a runner, combined it makes her voracious despite her tiny size.
The kiss is a surprise, kind of. In only that he beat her to it because she'd been contemplating kissing him after he told her what he liked to do in London. It was a welcome surprise, nonetheless. It's soft and sweet, nothing crazy or pushy, obviously testing the waters a little to see... what if.
His words make her laugh, softly and she hums, feigning deep thought for a moment or two before her hand moves to his shoulder, urging him to lean back in to kiss her again.] Totally cliche and totally endearing. [ Because he wasn't a dick about it and well, she's been interested from the start, she's not ashamed to admit that.
So this time, she kisses him, pressing her mouth to his for one that lingers a little longer than the last as the sea's breeze brushes across her skin and she shivers a tiny shiver of delight.]
[He lets himself imagine it - a complete daydream, but quite lovely. Walking through Camden with Charlie, showing her the best places to get a piercing and guiding her through the best food stalls down in the stables. Taking a boat tour on the Thames, when it's drizzling and everybody is hiding indoors. Sitting on the top deck, wet to the bone but with an unparalleled view. Hitting the skatepark down on the south bank. Ending up in a shitty club in Shoreditch, too busy and too hot, make out on the dancefloor, sweaty and drunk.
It's impossible to say what he loves doing in London the most. It was living there, all of it.]
I'll show you. The best stuff to do there. [He speaks right against her lips. Kissing pretty girls is definitely in his top 2 of favourite things anyway - here, back home, anywhere.
And she kisses him this time, a little bit less chaste, and Arel brushes his thumb along her jaw and keeps her here when he licks against her bottom lip, leaning into her space.]
[ If she knew all the things he'd imagined, she'd grab and his hand and drag him up, eager to leave right this instant to go to London, even if that was completely unreasonable. He's not the only one who can daydream, she thinks about how good he'd look swimming in a lake by a mountain, how fun it would be to race through the woods only to tumble together in a field like a freaking commercial for Viagra or something. To zip up a tent against a storm and kiss until she couldn't tell the difference between the roll of thunder or her thundering pulse, until the sticky sweet taste of s'mores disappeared and it was the taste of him on her lips.]
I'd like that. A lot. [ It's been longer than Charlie would like to admit since the last time she kissed someone. And she feels a bit like someone who's had been wandering the desert forever only to find an oasis with a crystal clear body of water. She feels parched and his mouth is a cool sip of water, except there's nothing chilly about it, his lips are warm and his tongue is hot.
She feels a little enchanted, her eyes feeling too heavy to stay open and look at him as she yields to his tongue, giving him the lead for a moment despite the fact she knows she's quiet pushy when it comes to this. ] Best. Yoga lesson. Ever. [ she mumbles into his mouth, laughing breathlessly.]
[He chuckles right back, breathing against her lips as the kiss gets interrupted. His hand slides to her hair, playing with it for a moment as he pulls back properly.]
You should just have said that's what you wanted, I'd have come straight to your room in my flesh coloured undies. That's what you want to see again, innit?
[Thinking so much of London seems to bring his accent forward, and he grins, one side of his mouth higher,]
For you information, I actually did want to go for a run, [ she smirks against his lips, letting him play with her hair and pull back to look at her, thinking that the sudden reemergence of his accent is charming and alluring in a way she can't express.
She bites her bottom lip for a moment, eyes sparkling mischievously. ]
Mmhmm. Sure. [He laughs again, letting go of her to look at the empty beach in front of them, quiet and still damp. The sun hasn't had a chance to burn off all of the morning dew, clinging to cold sand under their feet.]
You know, I was thinking of something that lead to a lot less hypothermia. Or, I guess we could pretend and take a shower together. Saves water, too.
[ Her face sort of lights up with surprise at how forward he is but it's an amused sort of surprise and he should be able to tell by the way her lips curve at the corners. She leans in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before she moves to stand up.]
[Yes, he thinks to himself when she agrees, and he stands up after her, brushing sand off of his shorts.]
Race you?
[Not to be too eager, but it'll be a good way to round up the whole session. They're quick to run back to the dorms, using well-trodden paths in the woods, racing each other - she wins again, of course, but Arel doesn't find it in himself to care anymore than he did earlier.]
Yours or mine? [He asks when they get to the doors, once more sweaty and short of breath - feeling good about everything.]
[ It's a closer race the second time, if only because she doesn't usually take a break for yoga between runs, so her muscles feel a little shocked. But she still beats him back to the dorms and when they make it back, he asks the very important question, laughing softly, sweaty too.]
I'm still getting to know my roommates so... I don't know if they'll be there... [ Which is to ask, does he think his roommate/suitemates will be around?]
Janus is probably in class already, and if they're not they're definitely done with using the bathroom. They've got a really strict schedule.
[He motions for her to follow him, taking her hand in his and then going up the stairs to the last floor of the building, one last exercise - well, before the shower itself which, hopefully, will be a workout in itself.
The floor is quiet when they get there - no wolves fucking around in the next dorm, no noise from Gavin when they walk in, either. Arel doesn't check if Janus is still here, pulling Charlie along to the bathroom instead and locking the door behind them. No need to get interrupted by a roommate who doesn't knock nearly enough.]
Hey, [He says, looking down at Charlie with a half-smile, their fingers still tangled together.]
Well, that's what locks are for. [ She grins at him, although her smile fades a little when he insists on taking the stairs, groaning playfully. But they manage to get up the stairs and the dorms are far more quiet now, early-to-mid morning. Whoever's not in class is either sleeping or doing something quiet.
They get into the bathroom and the door gets locked and he does this whole charming 'Hey' thing that has her grinning up at him. She squeezes his hand gently before leaning up to kiss him once, twice before she pulls back. She toes out out of her shoes and socks, first. Then her arms cross in front of her and she pulls her tank top off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her leggings and sports bra, her eyebrows lifting in challenge, to see if he'll match her action or do something else.]
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This might seem easy but wait until we get to Eka Hasta Vrksasana, Sayanasana or Pungu Mayurasana. We'll see who's laughing then.
[He waggles his eyebrows at Charlie, grinning while biting on his lower lip as he moves on to the next pose. He bends over until his head is grazing the sand, his hat falling off after a moment. hair flying around his face as he pulls his arms behind his back, hands joined in a shoulder stretch.]
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But it turns out he's actually funny and charming. And maybe despite being covered in tattoos and piercings, he's actually a sweetheart.]
Okay, but those all sound made up, [ she gives him a flat look before laughing, moving to copy him. Of course, when he moves to put his head on the sand, basically, she tries and fails, miserably, falling forward and catching her balance with her hands and laughing raucously because of it.]
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Want me to demonstrate one of these made-up poses? [Because, even though thy might sound like they are, none of them are actually made-up, and even Arel still struggles sometimes with the one armed peacock.
But if he gets another occasion to show off, why not? She's probably done with yoga for now, and the sun is up, which means it'll be soon time to hit the shower and get ready for class anyway.]
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Go for it, I'm going to stand here in awe if they turn out to be legit.
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[And it is. It takes a while, for Arel to first get into a handstand, before he lowers himself to his elbows and brings his legs forward, in his favourite variation of the scorpion pose.
Holding his head on his hands, he gives her a look.]
Awe worthy?
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[It was a short session, but he had fun. She's so pretty - her eyes bright in the sunlight as they sit next to each other, slightly sweaty still - he finds that he doesn't really want to go back just yet.]
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She glances at the ocean for a moment before looking back the way they came.] It's nice out here. Beaches weren't really a thing where I am from.
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[Might as well be honest about it, too. It's flirting, but it's genuine.]
Yeah? You're from the Midwest or something? [Betraying where he's from, maybe.] I'm from London, so it's not like we have that many beaches either.
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She watches the waves for a moment before she answers.] I was born in North Dakota but we moved up to Canada after my mother died. [ After her mother was killed by hunters. Her shy smile falters a tiny bit before she glances at him.]
I've always wanted to see London... we only passed through the airport to get here.
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He doesn't.]
I'm sorry, about your mum. [He could say that he understands, that he gets it, that he's the same, but it's kind of shitty. He hates when people do that to him, make it about themselves.]
I'll show you around someday, if you want.
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It was a long time ago, [ she says with a thankful expression, although she wouldn't have minded if he'd told her that he could relate. Most people don't know what to say or how to say it, like, ever. ]
What's your favorite thing to do there? [ And no, he's not the the only one who wants to do a little kissing. He looks magnificent in the early morning light, his tattoos are fascinating, she wants to look at every one, she wants to touch every one. But his lips hold her attention even more, the way his jaw slopes into his mouth, the way his whole face seems to... point to his lips. And even as she asks the question, her eyes are focused on them.]
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[He nods when she mentions that it was a long time ago - it doesn't necessarily make it easier to deal with, but he's all too happy to change topics so that he doesn't have to be reminded of his own family dying.
She might have been discreet in the way she looks at him and his lips, but it's part of who he is to notice this stuff.
So - fuck it. Fuck it, he thinks, he leans in, index finger against the curve of her chin, and kisses her once; chastely, with a soft smile on his face.] How fucking cliché would I be if I said this? Would it be at least a tiny bit endearing?
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The kiss is a surprise, kind of. In only that he beat her to it because she'd been contemplating kissing him after he told her what he liked to do in London. It was a welcome surprise, nonetheless. It's soft and sweet, nothing crazy or pushy, obviously testing the waters a little to see... what if.
His words make her laugh, softly and she hums, feigning deep thought for a moment or two before her hand moves to his shoulder, urging him to lean back in to kiss her again.] Totally cliche and totally endearing. [ Because he wasn't a dick about it and well, she's been interested from the start, she's not ashamed to admit that.
So this time, she kisses him, pressing her mouth to his for one that lingers a little longer than the last as the sea's breeze brushes across her skin and she shivers a tiny shiver of delight.]
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It's impossible to say what he loves doing in London the most. It was living there, all of it.]
I'll show you. The best stuff to do there. [He speaks right against her lips. Kissing pretty girls is definitely in his top 2 of favourite things anyway - here, back home, anywhere.
And she kisses him this time, a little bit less chaste, and Arel brushes his thumb along her jaw and keeps her here when he licks against her bottom lip, leaning into her space.]
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I'd like that. A lot. [ It's been longer than Charlie would like to admit since the last time she kissed someone. And she feels a bit like someone who's had been wandering the desert forever only to find an oasis with a crystal clear body of water. She feels parched and his mouth is a cool sip of water, except there's nothing chilly about it, his lips are warm and his tongue is hot.
She feels a little enchanted, her eyes feeling too heavy to stay open and look at him as she yields to his tongue, giving him the lead for a moment despite the fact she knows she's quiet pushy when it comes to this. ] Best. Yoga lesson. Ever. [ she mumbles into his mouth, laughing breathlessly.]
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You should just have said that's what you wanted, I'd have come straight to your room in my flesh coloured undies. That's what you want to see again, innit?
[Thinking so much of London seems to bring his accent forward, and he grins, one side of his mouth higher,]
You wanna cut class?
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She bites her bottom lip for a moment, eyes sparkling mischievously. ]
And do what? Go for a swim?
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You know, I was thinking of something that lead to a lot less hypothermia. Or, I guess we could pretend and take a shower together. Saves water, too.
[Well, look who's just going for it.]
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A shower it is.
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Race you?
[Not to be too eager, but it'll be a good way to round up the whole session. They're quick to run back to the dorms, using well-trodden paths in the woods, racing each other - she wins again, of course, but Arel doesn't find it in himself to care anymore than he did earlier.]
Yours or mine? [He asks when they get to the doors, once more sweaty and short of breath - feeling good about everything.]
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I'm still getting to know my roommates so... I don't know if they'll be there... [ Which is to ask, does he think his roommate/suitemates will be around?]
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[He motions for her to follow him, taking her hand in his and then going up the stairs to the last floor of the building, one last exercise - well, before the shower itself which, hopefully, will be a workout in itself.
The floor is quiet when they get there - no wolves fucking around in the next dorm, no noise from Gavin when they walk in, either. Arel doesn't check if Janus is still here, pulling Charlie along to the bathroom instead and locking the door behind them. No need to get interrupted by a roommate who doesn't knock nearly enough.]
Hey, [He says, looking down at Charlie with a half-smile, their fingers still tangled together.]
I NEVER GOT THIS NOTIF
They get into the bathroom and the door gets locked and he does this whole charming 'Hey' thing that has her grinning up at him. She squeezes his hand gently before leaning up to kiss him once, twice before she pulls back. She toes out out of her shoes and socks, first. Then her arms cross in front of her and she pulls her tank top off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her leggings and sports bra, her eyebrows lifting in challenge, to see if he'll match her action or do something else.]
*shakes fist at dw*
*shakes fists at the sky*
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