LOCKE
He folds his arms across his chest as she stands up, head tilted to one side as he regards the little castle they built together. He doesn't say anything at first, head tilting back and forth as he thinks. A moment passes and he crouches down, writing in the sand. A pause before he starts again. Satisfied now, he stands back up and dusts his hands off. "Yeah, looks good to me." His face was pink before, it's full on red now but he holds his hand out to her like it's not a problem.
"I know we said we were gonna try to swim again but I think we ought to go home. Try again maybe at the spot? Right now though? I need a shower. Got sand in my ass crack." How does it always end up there? And maybe he's trying to distract her from the thing he wrote in the sand next to the castle. It's not much but still. He might not be one for pretty words but.. Actions? That's his jam.
If Maeve manages to get a look before he drags her away to collect the basket, there's a little M+L with a heart next to it drawn in the sand.
"I know we said we were gonna try to swim again but I think we ought to go home. Try again maybe at the spot? Right now though? I need a shower. Got sand in my ass crack." How does it always end up there? And maybe he's trying to distract her from the thing he wrote in the sand next to the castle. It's not much but still. He might not be one for pretty words but.. Actions? That's his jam.
If Maeve manages to get a look before he drags her away to collect the basket, there's a little M+L with a heart next to it drawn in the sand.
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
