It’s a given that it draws her to the beach, it had only been a matter of time until she finds herself barefoot in the sand with waves lapping at her feet. Her pool, as beautiful and deep as it was, could only keep her for so long. She inhales the fresh breeze, yearning to dive into the cool water. Oh she loves it. The freedom, the raw energy and serenity, that lingers beneath the crashing waves. She still does yearn to control it. It’s been a century and Océane still misses her abilities. As happy and comfortable as she is, as chthonic—- there are things she does miss. A noise alerts her, steps, in the sand, muffled but she still hears them. Dylan.
She recognizes him, realizes nearly immediately that he no longer carried the stench of the Chateau. “No longer a prisoner I see.” she greets him, a smile playing around her lips. “Care to join me for a swim?” she doesn’t await for a response, dropping her heels that she had been carrying into the sand, out of reach for the waves, and starts to undress, losing her dress, revealing she had worn nothing underneath, before she heads for the waves, expecting him to follow.
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