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sand in uncomfortable places: the meme

So you need a vacation. The weather's nice, so why not hit the beach?

So here are the rules:

1. Comment with your character and put their name and canon in the subject line.
2. Do beach stuff with whoever threads with you. Go tanning. Collect seashells. Have a picnic. Swim. Surf. Visit the little resort. Almost drown. Reenact Baywatch. Get stranded at sea in a canoe. Day or night. Do your own thing.
3. There is no need for RNG here, just have fun. :)

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...Okay.

[ Seems a little silly to ask him to pinky promise - and wasn't she just chewing her nail? her mother hated when she did that - so she just follows him quietly. ]

[Jaime wades in until they're up to her waist, then takes a knee, water coming up to his chest.] All right, hop on.

[ It's like Uncle Jaime is suddenly the biggest, best jungle gym, and she climbs that like a champ! ]

[Jaime stands again just in time to prevent them both getting a faceful of wave, then starts wading out deeper again.] Okay, whenever there's a wave I'll swim over it if I can, but be ready to hold your nose and close your eyes just in case. And you have to hold still and not get scared or you could push me under, think you can do that?

[ She doesn't feel much like talking - she's still scared, and watching the water for waves and sharks has just gotten far too far too overwhelming - so Myrcella simply buries her face in his hair and nods. ]

[Once Jaime gives up on wading and starts swimming, it's awkward for a minute while he figures out how to adjust for a person clinging to him, but pretty soon they're moving along at a good clip and swimming right over most of the waves -- although yes, occasionally one breaks and they have to go under. But he gets them out around the rocks and swims up to the pools from the water edge, standing and letting Myrcella off once they're in shallows enough to see the bottom.]

There, that wasn't so bad, right?

[ She whined whenever they came back up from under a wave, and is shaking slightly when she slides off his back, but after a few quick glances around - just checking for sharks - she shakes her head. ]

N...o. It wasn't. And - look! The pools all look so cool!

[ She clambers up on the sides and leans over the side of one of the larger pools, 'ooh'ing appropriately. ]

Look, Uncle Jaime. That's a starfish.

[Jaime follows her, more slowly, watching to be sure she doesn't slip.] I see. He looks... [Boring. Lazy. Lonely? wtf.] Cool.

That's an urchin.

[ she points, and after a healthy five seconds of pointing, she turns and smiles at him. ]

I have an ocean creature book. I brought it with me in the car.

[Jaime isn't as utterly fascinated by this as Myrcella...all urchins make him think of are his friend who climbed onto a rock, or something, that was covered in them and had to have some absurd number of spines removed from his hands and feet, plus the graphic description of the poison in them. But he's doing his best at pretending to be interested, he promises.]

Yeah? He looks dangerous.

He's pointy - so don't touch him. But they used to use urchins to dye things colors.

[ ...right? well, she remembers something along the line of that. ]

[ she'll insist she's right anyway. while reaching into the pool to touch the starfish. ]

Don't hurt him. [But she knows enough not to touch the dangerous things, so he wanders off, looking in other pools for anything else interesting.] There's a few fish in this one.

[ She laughs - in an of course I'm not going to hurt him! sort of way - but at the mention of fish, she perks up. ]

Are they fish? Or mini sharks?

Little silversides, I think. [He bends, squinting.] And a lot of barnacles.

[ Now she's actually getting up, and stepping around some crevices and rocks until she stands right next to Jaime. ]

I didn't read about silversides in my book. [ But now she's very interested, and squats to splash at one and watch it swim away. ]

Probably cause they're about as common as flies and half as interesting. [He lowers a cupped hand into the water, just barely managing to catch one, lifting it so Myrcella can see.] They're just a regular old little schooling fish, but they've got that silver stripe that flashes in the light.

[ bad movie, jaime, because the second he has that little fish in his hands and she can peer down at it, she begins to grow attached. ]

Oh... Can we keep it?

He'd just die by the time you got him home, sweetie. [His voice is not unsympathetic as he gently releases it into the pool again.] They don't handle stress well.

[ she reaches for his hand, as if to stay the release of the little fish, but just brushes her fingers against his arm in vain and tearfully pouts. ]

But I want to keep him!

You'd just end up hurting him. And I don't think you brought anything to carry him in, did you? [Crap, if he makes her cry Cersei's gonna slap him.]

[ She's not crying yet. Yet. But sniffling, of yes, quite a lot. ]

N -...no.

[Crap. Distraction works on Mya, right?] Hey, look over here. [He goes to a different pool.] I think I see a hermit crab.

[ Works a little. Just a bit. She at least wipes her face with her hand. ]

Could I keep that?

[ She just has a lot of feelings, okay? She got six kittens out of Robert once. ]

We can definitely ask your mom. [See, if Jaime brings her to Cersei and Cersei makes her cry he's totally off the hook. And then he can even play good ~~daddy~~ uncle and hug her.]

[ That soothes her. While her mother is not nearly as much of a pushover as her father (fake father, that is) but she might be reasonable enough. Maybe if not from the beach, they could get one from a pet store. Or she could smuggle one home in her towel. ]

Okay...

[ She sniffled and after watching the little creature crawl, she reaches down to pick it up. ]

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