March Mingle

[kollomods]

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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[forever_jack]

"I'm fairly sure I haven't done any drownings," he remarks dryly. "And I really don't think I'd get much fun out of it. Been on the receiving end too many times for that."

Things are finally starting to come together in his mind - the warning on the cabins at the beach, his conversation with Ingvar the other day, and the talk of drowning together with faint memories from somewhere in his distant past when he'd visited Scandinavia before - and he narrows his eyes, studying the man before him.

"You're the Brook."

Spoken without fear, but with some cautiousness.

[norrhamn_residents]

"My reputation proceeds me."

He seems pleased rather than surprised or angry that the locals have been talking about him - he assumes that's why this man knows his name. So few do these days and even fewer know to be afraid of him.

"And who might you be?"

[forever_jack]

"It certainly does," he says mildly, but with a faintly implied warning behind those simple words.

Then he twitches a smile, wondering if his own reputation has got about yet, although to be fair he hasn't really got up to much here. Unless you can count sex and a spanking on a barely-private beach beneath the cliffs.

"Captain Jack Harkness. Good to meet you at last, Brook."

[norrhamn_residents]

As one of the Unseen, the Brook is pretty much privy to anything that happens in or near a body of water so he may already be aware of any beach hanky panky that's been going on. It's such a mundane thing though, barely anything worth mentioning.

"Captain Jack Harkness." He repeats the name, stressing the syllables, rolling the sounds over his tongue like candy. "And what brings you here, Captain Jack Harkness?"

[forever_jack]

Yeah, if this guy is as otherworldly as he seems, Jack's fairly sure his antics with Ianto are known. But the Brook doesn't seem the type to judge. He certainly seems to like having fun, even if not quite the same kind.

"Here to the lake?" Because that seems fairly obvious. "Or here to the island in general?"

[norrhamn_residents]

That's the thing about the Unseen. They don't judge the way the mundane does. They accept, embrace, occasionally drown or disorient, but never judge. How they got such a bad rep is a mystery, honestly.

"Both, perhaps. However you choose to answer my question."