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Vincent and Swain Harris have been through some rough patches, but now their relationship is mending. Vincent lives in an apartment with his girlfriend Alice, while Swain managed to get himself a place after his recent stint in jail, he's back working as a garbage man which he hates but he is far less concerned with running away now that he doesn't live with his parents. Vincent Harris {A Crime} Swain {Hero Wanted} tracking; noheroeshere

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May we get inside Swain's handsome head an find out what he thinks of Rae or how he feels about her? Pleaseee?

So I should prolly answer this IC, but I doubt Swain would admit to much, also is seems like you’re asking me and not him. 

So here’s the deal, my lovely rain shipper anon! I mean, they’re only on a first date really. Swain thinks she’s really pretty, and the fact that she didn’t pry on his personal business really hit him the right way. He likes her to say the least, she’s earned his attention and she’s someone that he at least wants to establish a long lasting relationship with. 

BUT I AM SWAIN’S MUN AND GUESS WHAT. I know more about Rae than he does - and honestly, I think he’s really gonna come to love her. He’s not the type to fall, it’ll be gradual. But I think they both have a dark history, and I think that it’s going to help him relate to her on a deeper level. 

I suck and am not around much BUT IT WILL HAPPEN I SWEAR IT! 

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Behind his closed eyes, Van is absorbed by the elements his mind is imagining. Maybe it’s part of his homesickness, maybe it’s part of him wanting to share it with Swain but everything is so clear. The salt of the ocean’s waves so clear and potent in his imagination he can taste it in the back of his throat.

He tries to picture Swain’s reaction to seeing the ocean. He imagines those similar blue eyes squinting up at the bright noonday sun, his soft-looking hair tussling in the warm breeze, kicking up sand as he runs into the surf, letting the waves wash over him and turning around to smile back at Van.

The imaginary sight spreads more warmth over him than that noontime sun.

He startles at the nudge that pulls him sharply out of his daydream and sees Swain dive into the water and begin swimming back to the main dock. He blinks a few times, his head still clouded with sand, waves and a bright smile.

But Van stands and smiles at Swain’s retreating form and silently thanks anyone watching from up above that he met this guy. With a smirk and a determination to beat his friend to the dock, he dives in with professional grace.

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The cool water strokes over his warmed skin. The feeling is pleasant and he relishes it before her surfaces to breath and begins to swim above water. As he does he barely hears Van enter the water behind him, still strong arms can only carry you so far. His technique is terrible and his pace is sluggish at best. 

Swain is about 2/3 of the way there before he notices Van pull up next to him. He curses and laughs at the same time under his breath as they swim. 

When his palms hits the dock, he shakes the water out of his hait to see that Van is already there and has long since beaten him, "Fucker," he laughs out, pulling himself onto the wood to take a seat and let the sun restart the drying process. He reaches back to grab a towel, drying his hands before scrubbing his hair with it, "Light that joint back up will ya?"  

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Van startled at the sudden and abrupt movement of his friend. He noticed the change in Swain; the lilt in his voice and the faraway look in his blue eyes. Van sat up very slowly, watching and listening to every word. He gazed softly at his friend before turning his head and followed those glassy eyes out over the water.

As much as Van loved the lake, he missed the beach back home. His eyes fell closed and he took in all the elements around him and mentally placed himself there: the hot sun beating down on his shoulders, the feeling of the cold sand below his feet, the smell of salty moisture in the air and best of all - the melodic and hypnotic sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

He wanted to share that with Swain. Van was positive that his friend would love it. Maybe he even needed it.

With his eyes still closed, letting the gentle rocking of the dock relax and move him, he ended up leaning close to Swain, their warm, bare shoulders barely brushing. “The ocean is endless…” he whispered lazily. “I can show you…. you can be happy, too.”

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Both boys sat on the dock, in their own little words. Day dreaming somewhere far from here for their own reasons. Swain's making little circles in the water with his feet and doesn't even really notice the way Van leans into him. There's so much of the world and the feeling of being insignificant assaults him, but he's totally alright with that. Somehow it lifts the weight off his shoulders. 

Van catches his attention again when he speaks. Cocking an eyebrow, he swivels his head to look at the other questionably. Seems like Van is somewhere else entirely just like Swain was about a moment ago and the thought makes him smile gently. There he goes, saying those weird things that Swain doesn't completely understand why or where they come from. But it makes him feel cared about, thought about, and that's a good feeling. 

Leaning back into Van he nudges him, attempting to pull him back to reality before he stands up, diving back into the water disgracefully and beginning to swim back to the dock they at Van's place. 

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She looks at him funny for a moment as a breathy laugh slips pass slighty parted lips. She leaned against the booth, a wider smile appearing on her features, she really was having a lot of fun on this date, a lot of fun with him. “Swain Harris, six year old baseball star?” she giggled tipping her head to the side slighty.

The smirk caused a bright pink blush to creep up her cheeks, her blue eyes stayed on him though as he threw the ball. Her eyebrows jumped and her mouth formed an “o” in surprise. She’d half expected him to be all talk, but of course not. He had proved her wrong. “I’m impressed.” she said with a nod, licking over her bottom lip. “But can you do it again.” she asked smiling. 

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I'm impressed, is something pretty much any guy wants to hear the girl he likes say. Swain's chest swells with pride, as he picks up the next baseball and bounces it in his hands cockily. The way she licks her lips makes him want to kiss her, then and there but he holds back. 

"Betcha I can," after all, it wasn't luck, he actually has pretty good aim. So lining up he tosses the ball at the next stack. All but two at the bottom fall and break. His face screws up and lifts a hand behind his head to scratch at the nape of his neck, "Close enough, right?" he defends himself before she can say anything. 

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Her smile grew wider when his own appeared again, like she was back in high school, when ever he smiled at her, she automatically had the cliche feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Which was an odd feeling since she hadn’t had that in forever.

She nodded and and giggled rather child like in response to his question, following behind him closely weaving through the mass of people, holding on to his hand so they wouldn’t get separated.

Walking over or rather being dragged over to one of the many booths she was smiling the whole way, blue eyes scanning over the brightly colored stuffed animals that honesty weren’t even worth the trouble and money that took to get them. She tilted her head to the side for a moment before pointing out a teddy bear, “How about that one?”

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"That one?" he asks incredulously, pointing at the stuffed animal before taking a step back, "O ye of little faith," he chuckles, it's on the smaller side and he's feeling a swell of confidence - a need to show off. So he takes a 20$ from his wallet and passes it to the game keeper who hands him three baseballs.

"You know, I was a baseball champ back when I was six," he explains, picking one of them up and tossing less than a foot up casually before it drops back into his hands. He smirks at her before lining up to take a throw. 

Knocks down the first stack of bottled clean, "Told ya," he replies with a pop of his eyebrows. 

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He smiled at Swain when he looked back at him. He hoped he was enjoying himself. The guy looked like he really needed some joy in his life and he wanted to get to know Swain more, was excited to learn more about him. What makes him sad, angry and what makes him happy. And that was a major and connective thing they both had in common; they had a deep thing for water, a natural desire, need for escape and lakes, ponds, rivers and oceans… that’s where Van’s mind went in tough times and which is also why he was blessed to live around them.

He chuckled at Swain’s depiction of the clouds above him. He lost himself in the beauty of the sky and the presence of his friend for a few minutes before he voiced his wonderings to Swain. “What is it about the water that you love?” He asked quietly, still staring upwards.

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"Water?" he questions, blinking before his eyes narrow thoughtfully. It isn't something that he has given much thought to before, at least not consciously. A few moments of silence pervade (though not uncomfortable) as he tries to figure out just what it is about water, "I dunno it's like, everyone always seems happy by the water you know? Maybe it's stupid but like - even if you're down, it's just so peaceful," 

Abruptly he sits back up and looks out over the water, eyes glistening blue just like the lake, "And it always seems so endless, you know? Like anything's possibly," by the time he's done his eyes are completely glossed over because he's no longer sitting on the dock...but he's out there, over the water. 

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Charlie could feel his eyes on her and she smiled softly. She licked her lips before turning back to look at him again. “my requirements? Hmm, well They have to be funny. I like to laugh. Reasonably attractive. eye candy is always good. Good sense of humour. I can’t be the only one laughing at my perverted jokes.” she glanced back at him, running her fingers through her slightly frizzy hair.

She chuckled sheepishly as he called her heritage hot. “Irish women are often opinionated, loud, and feisty.” she said with a smirk. “Hot is definitely one word to describe us.” she added with a teasing smile. She felt the intensity of his gaze and she smiled, waving a hand in front of his face, snapping twice. “earth to Swain.Come in. is anybody home?” she asked, gently tapping her knuckles against his forehead to gain his attention.

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"Funny, good looking, and laughs at your jokes...typical," he chided teasingly. Honestly, who didn't want all those things, at least she didn't add intelligent in there. Perfect trophy guys like that did exist, most of the good looking ones were assholes anyways so far as he had experience with. Not courting them, but that was just the crowd he had hung around with were. He knew how they talked, Swain may of been someone who slept around, but he never led girls on to believe that he wanted more and he never said some of the shit her heard other guys say about the girls they boned. 

When she tapped her knuckles on his forehead he started slightly, having spaced out a little without realizing it, "Shit," he cursed, turning his head away and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Your brother's weed is strong, man...not used smoking anything other than my own shit," he explained, feeling weak by already being so spaced, "Man I'm hungry you wanna hit a corner store or something and get some junk food?" 

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You're very good at reading people, I do but I don't want to talk about it right this minute.

Vincent shrugs, “I can wait,” 

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Vincent, could I have a hug?

“Uh…sure?” 

“Got something on your mind?”

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-cuddles Vincent-

He and Alice have been fighting a lot, so the physical connection is welcome. His head falls into the other’s shoulder and he breathes a sigh. 

ooc: Vincent, I don’t know how I feel about you nuzzling anons - 

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-cuddles Swain-

“Not much of a cuddler…actually,”