He likes living out here. It's peaceful. Quiet, most of the time. Kravitz is just far enough down the beach to avoid the most touristy spots, but close enough that his cottage is only a five minute walk from the sand. He likes to think of the ocean as his neighbor. A neighbor that never makes too much noise, listens to him as he vents his annoyances in the early morning, and gives him inspiration late at night when his writers block is at it's worst.
Alright, so he could probably use some real friends. But that's tough when you've moved to a new place and you're a recluse whose only hobbies don't exactly lend themselves to socialization. But that's fine, he's okay with that. Perfectly content, really.
Kravitz was expecting another quiet evening with his perfect little spot to himself, but apparently that's not in that cards today, because there's someone else here. 'Someone' does not do them credit, but he's a little too dumbstruck for anything more descriptive.
Feet bare and pants rolled up past his ankles, Kravitz stands on the cool sand and stares. He's not sure the man he's seeing is even real.]
[Taako's careful, whenever he does this, to only sunbathe so much so that his top half is shown, his tail tucked neatly behind the rocks near the shore. It's absolutely something he shouldn't be doing, of course- not safe for merpeople to expose themselves to humans, not when humans knowing about them on such a grand scale would mean anything but death. They're not magic, per se, but humans are nosy, greedy little creatures. Always wanting more.
Taako could pretend, in some sort of justification, that this is the reason he's doing this. To get back at humanity, to mess with them for everything they've done. But really, Taako just finds it hilarious. Human men are so simple, so easy to please- and Taako likes being pleased. Likes being ogled from afar, capturing hearts and minds with a flick of his wrist, a twirl of his hair. It's enticing. Exquisite.
And today, he's caught another. Look at him. The boy fishing pro.
Taako pretends he doesn't notice, at first, rolling a shoulder so he can lay himself across the rock a little more, stretching hands above his head to show off bare chest, lean body, hair that always seems to glitter. And in that arch of his back is where he meets Kravitz' eyes, and lets himself smile.
Are those teeth just a little pointier than you usually see, Kravitz? Must be your imagination.]
[It works as well as Taako could have hoped, and then some.
Kravitz's eyes follow the line of Taako's back as it forms an curve over the rock, linger on the place where his hair drapes over it like a curtain, glistening and reflecting the sun (because that's what it has to be, that's why it's shining like that) and then drift back up to study his face. It's hard to get down the finer points from a distance- the teeth, for example, look like small icicles, sharp and ethereal, a trick of the light- but Kravitz is positive that even up close, he must be so incredibly beautiful.
He's disconcerting, too, though. Like a triptych, one painting tilted just slightly to the side. Kravitz isn't sure why.]
I- well, it's, it's hardly my place. Although I've never seen you here before?
[He waits until Kravitz speaks to roll onto his stomach, moving a hand to flip his hair up and over his head. It falls down from the movement over his shoulders, to the sides of his waist, and he tucks a bit behind his left ear to stop it from obscuring his eyes.]
I mean, not many people end up out here. Figured if somebody came by, they might’ve been thinking it’d be quiet.
[He brings up his right hand through the hair falling over that shoulder, twirling a finger into a stray lock of it before meeting Kravitz’ eyes again.]
Guess there’s enough room to share. If you’re, uh, really attached or whatever. I mean, just a lil corner of the ocean. What’d you come out for?
[Something that’s immediately going to become less important than him, he thinks.]
[Good god this hair. How does it look so soft and inviting, even when it must be wet with sea water? It's getting harder by the second to blame all this stuff on distance, on light. Is he dreaming? Did he trip somewhere, hit his head on a rock, and now he's passed out on the sand?
Oh. The beautiful man is talking again.]
You're right, I- I thought it. It'd be quiet. [Is there any point in pretending he's not staring at this stage?] But I was only here to, er, get away for awhile, I suppose. I truly don't mind some company.
[This is why it pays to be a sea creature. Taako's hair would be much coarser dry, but wet it looks beautiful and flowing.]
Well, it's quiet 'cept for me. But I bet you'd be happy to hear me loud.
[He laughs with a bit of a head tilt, peals of it just south of being human, something that sounds like it would ring with the crash of the waves.]
So what were you gettin' away from? Got somebody lookin' for ya? Or is it really just sooo stressful back in that little town? Personally, I find comin' to the shore really smooths out those worries.
[He's just coming from the other direction, but shhhh.]
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He likes living out here. It's peaceful. Quiet, most of the time. Kravitz is just far enough down the beach to avoid the most touristy spots, but close enough that his cottage is only a five minute walk from the sand. He likes to think of the ocean as his neighbor. A neighbor that never makes too much noise, listens to him as he vents his annoyances in the early morning, and gives him inspiration late at night when his writers block is at it's worst.
Alright, so he could probably use some real friends. But that's tough when you've moved to a new place and you're a recluse whose only hobbies don't exactly lend themselves to socialization. But that's fine, he's okay with that. Perfectly content, really.
Kravitz was expecting another quiet evening with his perfect little spot to himself, but apparently that's not in that cards today, because there's someone else here. 'Someone' does not do them credit, but he's a little too dumbstruck for anything more descriptive.
Feet bare and pants rolled up past his ankles, Kravitz stands on the cool sand and stares. He's not sure the man he's seeing is even real.]
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Taako could pretend, in some sort of justification, that this is the reason he's doing this. To get back at humanity, to mess with them for everything they've done. But really, Taako just finds it hilarious. Human men are so simple, so easy to please- and Taako likes being pleased. Likes being ogled from afar, capturing hearts and minds with a flick of his wrist, a twirl of his hair. It's enticing. Exquisite.
And today, he's caught another. Look at him. The boy fishing pro.
Taako pretends he doesn't notice, at first, rolling a shoulder so he can lay himself across the rock a little more, stretching hands above his head to show off bare chest, lean body, hair that always seems to glitter. And in that arch of his back is where he meets Kravitz' eyes, and lets himself smile.
Are those teeth just a little pointier than you usually see, Kravitz? Must be your imagination.]
Hey. Sorry, did I take your place here?
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Kravitz's eyes follow the line of Taako's back as it forms an curve over the rock, linger on the place where his hair drapes over it like a curtain, glistening and reflecting the sun (because that's what it has to be, that's why it's shining like that) and then drift back up to study his face. It's hard to get down the finer points from a distance- the teeth, for example, look like small icicles, sharp and ethereal, a trick of the light- but Kravitz is positive that even up close, he must be so incredibly beautiful.
He's disconcerting, too, though. Like a triptych, one painting tilted just slightly to the side. Kravitz isn't sure why.]
I- well, it's, it's hardly my place. Although I've never seen you here before?
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I mean, not many people end up out here. Figured if somebody came by, they might’ve been thinking it’d be quiet.
[He brings up his right hand through the hair falling over that shoulder, twirling a finger into a stray lock of it before meeting Kravitz’ eyes again.]
Guess there’s enough room to share. If you’re, uh, really attached or whatever. I mean, just a lil corner of the ocean. What’d you come out for?
[Something that’s immediately going to become less important than him, he thinks.]
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Oh. The beautiful man is talking again.]
You're right, I- I thought it. It'd be quiet. [Is there any point in pretending he's not staring at this stage?] But I was only here to, er, get away for awhile, I suppose. I truly don't mind some company.
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Well, it's quiet 'cept for me. But I bet you'd be happy to hear me loud.
[He laughs with a bit of a head tilt, peals of it just south of being human, something that sounds like it would ring with the crash of the waves.]
So what were you gettin' away from? Got somebody lookin' for ya? Or is it really just sooo stressful back in that little town? Personally, I find comin' to the shore really smooths out those worries.
[He's just coming from the other direction, but shhhh.]