March Mingle

There have been waterlilies throughout summer, clustered around the shorelines and butting up against the jetty. Sometimes they've bloomed, sometimes they haven't, but it's never been quite like this. They're everywhere now, even as we move into autumn. They crowd the beach, they give the ferry a hard time to land, they practically fill the lake end to end — and they're all blooming in golden yellow and bright white.
It's unnatural, in so many ways. Beckoning. Come closer. ]
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“I’ll take that into consideration. Do you get cold, spending most of your time in the lake?” Or should he be on the lookout for this person outside of the water, too?
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"Oh no, not at all. Darling, I am the lake." He smirks at that, pleased with the revelation. "Not bound by it, mind you. I'm not trapped in my kingdom."
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Once again he can’t help but wish Spike were here - he seems much more qualified for this conversation. Still, he can put the basic pieces together and come to a conclusion that this is someone to be careful around but perhaps not outright evil - he didn’t object to his last visit to the lake after all. “Do you often make your presence known or do you prefer to stay out of sight for the most part?”
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"It depends, if I'm honest. The locals are so scared, so worried for no reason that I don't see it worth my time to let them know I'm here."
Well. With one notable exception.
"If someone wishes to speak to me, if they seek me out, perhaps even want something from me..? Then I don't mind it so much."
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Usually it's stuff like being really good at the violin. Okay, almost always it's being really good at the violin but he's sure he could apply that particular power to literally anything else a person could ask for.
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He looks Ianto over thoughtfully, head cocked to the side.
"Then why did you come out here? To this island of the malcontents?"
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“Vacation,” He replies blandly, in that was of his that clearly means there’s something under the surface. “Fresh air, that sort of thing.”
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"Well, you've come to the right place. Can't find fresher air this side of the polar circle."
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"Don't be a stranger."