Babes on the Beach

[notsogroovy]

Raven wasn't sure where Charles' parents were. She wasn't sure whether she and Charles had been to run off or maybe the parents had run off before, but it didn't matter. She and Charles were alone and they had some pocket change for snacks and they were walking along the beach. She'd stared the first time she'd seen the water. It didn't seem to end and, even though she'd seen maps that said differently, she was convinced that the water just went on and on and never ended. She kept gently tugging Charles a little bit closer each time they took a step. She didn't just want to ask him to go to the water with her. She still wasn't sure enough of their relationship to do that. She just hoped that she could encourage him a little.

She also wasn't sure enough of their relationship to ask him to buy her one of those ice things they were coming up on. They were cold, which would be nice on a hot day like this, and they were colorful, and they looked delicious, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to just...ask.

She dropped her eyes immediately when she realized that she wouldn't need to ask. Charles would just know, wouldn't he? He was so nice to her. How could she ask him to get her something like that? Food, maybe, and clothes, but sweets? No. Definitely not. She was apologizing to him profusely in her thoughts almost before she'd had a chance to think them. Still, she couldn't help but look at them a little longingly.

Comments

[notsogroovy]

Raven starts giggling as soon as they're out of earshot. Charles might not know how to have fun, but he knows how to get away with stuff and that's definitely the first step. Once he's dragged her inside, she starts dragging them over to the carousel. "Come on. Pick your favorite horse." He's going to pick his favorite and she's going to pick hers: whichever is the one next to his favorite.

[butwedonot]

"I want the white one." He seems a little awed at the large horse, almost stunned at the sight of it. Huge, white, with a golden saddle. Sure it was a little worn, some of the paint chipped-- but Charles had never seen anything like it. He doesn't hop on though, instead turning toward Raven. "Which one is your favorite? I'll help you up?"

[notsogroovy]

There's a gorgeous black horse a few away from his and a plain-looking brown one with a chipped nostril right next to Charles. She looks between them for a minute and then makes a decision. "The brown one." Maybe the black one looks nicer, but the brown one is right next to Charles and that makes all the difference. She lifts her chin and nods again. She's set. Definitely the brown one.

[butwedonot]

He doesn't notice, not really, she seems set on the brown one and he won't argue with her. Instead he grabs her around the waist and helps hoist her onto the horse and make sure she's got a good grip before he lets go. "Hold onto the pole, and don't let go, okay?" He asked softly as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head before he sidestepped over to the white horse and yanked himself up on to it. Getting situated he waited for the ride to kick in, leaning against the pole and smiling at Raven.

[notsogroovy]

"I knoooow how to ride a carousel, silly." Still, she beams at him because he's actually looking out for her. "If you think I need to hold on tightly for this kind of ride, I should take you to one of the roller coasters. You need to be bigger, first."

That's one of the benefits about being who she is. She can make herself bigger to go on the bigger-people's rides. Charles might be older, but he can't do that.

[butwedonot]

"Pff." He snorts a little, but it's true. Raven could sneak onto any ride she liked, but Charles was always the smaller of the two in stature. He looks ahead for a moment before back to his sister; "I could probably trick them, with my mind-- but I don't think it would be a safe idea." Lest Charles end up falling out of the cart and ending up wounded or worse. "Maybe sometime they'll make some for kids, hm?"