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[intercisus]

[ You know what doesn't happen often on a remote island that's hard to access and even harder to know about in the first place?

New people.

New people don't happen often.

Nevi is just striding down the beach one perpetually sunny afternoon, enjoying a bit of sunlight soaking into his otherwise not as dark as it should be for someone who lives on an island skin, when he sees him. Nevi's feet falter, nearly tripping him up over literally nothing at all except for the sand beneath them, and he freezes in his spot. Does he hide? Does he run back to the main part of the village and yell about an outsider finding them? What does he do??

Clearly, the only option is to scream directly into the man's head. ]

Who are you??

[spf]

( it's been a productive day to say the least, if a little bit odd — his visit to briar's apothecary has him feeling an almost bouncy sort of excitement, an optimism that's been further encouraged with each passing day he spends on this island after years of hiding in the dark, of keeping his head down and avoiding human interaction at all costs. sure, briar's dark, spotted cat seemed to glare at him the entire time he spent in the shop, watching the fae grind up the ingredients with a mortar and pestle and combine everything into a cream for him, lashed out with its claws as he tried to pet it in an attempt to make more friends, even went so far as to hiss at him on his way out, but chance still thinks that today's been successful.

there's only one way to put briar's concoction to the test, though, and that's to go to chance's favorite place, the place that welcomed him here, the place that very well might be trying to kill him despite how much he loves it: the beach.

there's a floppy hat on his head, shielding his already reddened cheeks from further damage, clothed in a loose, brightly colored long-sleeved button down and light pants, and there's beach bag hanging from his arm and a towel bundled up and held close to his chest as his already-burned bare feet trudge through the sand towards his favorite spot — a little further back from the ocean itself, beneath the shade of a palm tree — only to find it occupied already by a boy with a shock of purple hair. chance is more surprised than anything, because though he's only lived here for a few months now, the population is small enough that everyone seems to know everyone else's names in a heartbeat.

his smile is a soft thing when he stops before the boy, maybe a little shy, genuine even if it doesn't quite reach his deeply sleepy-looking eyes, and he tips his head, asks, ) Do you mind if I sit here? You look a little lonely.

[interval]

let’s go somewhere!
we could even go somewhere we don’t speak the language

[ says the guy who barely gets enough time to go out for a meal. ]

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[spargo]

so
question

would it be super weird and unwelcome to come to the island to like
see if i can sense the differences in your blood?

no funny business i promise

[Which is saying A Lot considering Seorim is the queen of frequently and unapologetically overstepping when it comes to using her powers.]

all you'd have to do is stand in the same room as me