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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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."