[ John doesn't spend a lot of time on the beach, lately. The only person he's waiting for has already come and gone, and anyway the ocean has made up its mind about him; they're not on good terms. He's sure he'll see it again whenever the next assassination attempt comes to pass. He's in no hurry.
Except.
It's been, frankly, a very bad month. Speaking of assassination attempts, he's a few deep, and the ones that don't end in a fight have been the worst of all. He's hurting; he's miserably restless; he itches to be helpful, to be benevolent, to be kindly. Maybe that's sad, an ex-god grabbing at straws, but at least it keeps him busy.
So he's here scooping up baby squid, doing the whole Welcome, child, to your rebirth bit. It reminds him too much and not enough of the old days. He does it like a man twisting his own screws.
He doesn't expect a man still as stone, turned out to face the sea. John approaches at an amble, looking like no one much. ]
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Except.
It's been, frankly, a very bad month. Speaking of assassination attempts, he's a few deep, and the ones that don't end in a fight have been the worst of all. He's hurting; he's miserably restless; he itches to be helpful, to be benevolent, to be kindly. Maybe that's sad, an ex-god grabbing at straws, but at least it keeps him busy.
So he's here scooping up baby squid, doing the whole Welcome, child, to your rebirth bit. It reminds him too much and not enough of the old days. He does it like a man twisting his own screws.
He doesn't expect a man still as stone, turned out to face the sea. John approaches at an amble, looking like no one much. ]
Is it that good a view?