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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 20:58:36 GMT -5
He could swear there was something that would contradict that, but not in their brief time together: some recollection of a girl with her head thrown back, the damp honey-colored hair, the taste of seawater on her mouth. Not just any girl, though there had been many, but a certain girl -- the kind of generous close-muscled beauty it was impossible to entirely forget. The sense of strangeness was so strong that it became like a nausea, the conflicting memories surging up as they often did, but instead of a memory of a small airless room it was a sort of deja vu --
He hardly noticed the girl's absence, so present was she in his memory.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 20:59:57 GMT -5
Nina coughed and spit up water and clung onto him, now objectively panicking. She wanted to wheeze and ask him what he had seen, if he'd seen anything - she was picturing now some Lovecraftian monster, yet she was sure she didn't feel or see anything real when it was happening.
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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 21:06:22 GMT -5
She was being supported in the arms of a considerably younger and deeply tanned Adonis -- less picturesquely, he thumped her on the back, lightly but firmly.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 21:20:50 GMT -5
She spat up water on him, unfortunately, finally with a loud and whining gasp beginning to get in actual air. By the time she was breathing close to normally - chest heaving - she was pathetically draped against his shoulder. The sun was too much in her eyes for her to make out his expression - something exasperated and rascally, no doubt. "I don't - know what on Earth - "
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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 21:33:19 GMT -5
Her rescuer made a theatrically shocked sound.
"There, there--"
English? American? It didn't matter as long as she wasn't actively dying any longer; the glow of achievement had settled on him, and even the last of the seawater couldn't spoil it.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 21:38:34 GMT -5
He sounded a little strange. Distantly - on a boat? on a radio? - she heard the strains of a song she didn't remember playing. She squinted at him, and he came into focus, and yet he seemed to go out of it. "You look so young..." she said softly.
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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 21:46:26 GMT -5
Tiago tossed his head as if laughing, soaking-wet blond hair flicking seawater down his back. He was very young and practically unlined.
"Me?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 21:49:18 GMT -5
Nina was staring at him, starting in a squint which started to slip off her face into an expression of confused, but recognizeable, horror.
She gasped.
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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 21:54:43 GMT -5
Tiago grinned at her with very white teeth. "Let's get you out of the water, mm?"
He had the presumptuousness of a much older man, but the physique of a twink.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 22:01:16 GMT -5
She let him guide her, but released him abruptly as they neared the shore, water only lapping at her ankles.
"I - I don't know you!" she said, as though she'd only just realized it. Truthfully, Nina was starting to wonder, almost in the back of her mind, if she was drowning and having a very strange dying dream.
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Post by Silva on Apr 10, 2018 22:04:38 GMT -5
He was perfectly boyish, blinking his shockingly blue eyes and removing his supporting hands from her even though they'd stayed in purely decorous locations. The girl had a pretty face, too, when she wasn't struggling for her life -- he'd fancied carrying her.
"Would you like to?" His feigned innocence was laid on as thick as his accent.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 10, 2018 22:07:23 GMT -5
This was starting to feel unnerving. She let out a little laughter, but she couldn't even feign a smile; she was staring at his face now in mingled daze and horror.
"You - you look just like you. But you can't possibly be... Him. Not you. I'm sorry, I -" Nina dug her hands into her hair and made a frustrated noise, then rested her hands on her shoulders in defeat.
He wasn't, he couldn't be- but what were the odds... She turned around and looked back over the ocean, scanning for Raoul - surely a moment away from her, swimming to the shore to make sure she hadn't died, and about to have the shock of his life.... There were people, not nearby but visible further down the beach, where before there hadn't been any - in fact, this was a completely different beach, now that she was gazing at it. And no Raoul, nowhere. Except...
She looked back at her youthful rescuer. He was blond, but a little less so than Raoul; golden, rather. Quite a bit more tanned at the moment, and with considerably less hair on his chest and on his arms, though he didn't lack for it either. Something about the face was much leaner. For a moment her head swam and she wondered if it really were just a strange mistake, that she was imagining his similarity to Raoul, and Raoul was somewhere else, somewhere she'd overlooked, and would be here in a moment.
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Post by Silva on Apr 11, 2018 21:22:05 GMT -5
"Who is he? He must be terribly handsome." Tiago took careful note of the girl's strange remarks -- how could he not? that was spy school, day one -- but bore in mind the fact that she'd been on the brink of death not long before. He had a loose way of moving, loping energetically through the shallow water with arms swinging, and a very small bathing suit.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 11, 2018 21:38:26 GMT -5
He's you. He's you.
"...what year is it?" Nina asked weakly, conceding her defeat.
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