Consider it a trial-period - Basile

Basile sighed at the words he had heard, before he walked towards the bathroom, as he stopped before he turned and walked back to Nathaniel. He saw how he was dangling with his legs over the edge of the balcony, as he said " Do you need a push? ". He walked over to him, before he sat down, as he said " Please enough with the mellow drama... I meant my word. He was a victim in death, but i didnt mean in his life. To be frank.. i dont know any of you enough to even say if there where one, and you are right, the world often picks its hero after death or its victims.. ". He sighed, as he looked over towards him, as he laid down, before he looked up towards the sky. " I think it´s rather plesant here. The sound of waves reminds me of Nice.. my home.. ". He closed his eyes, as he breathed out, before he said " I´m sorry if my words hurted you, i´m really not the best at.. giving emotional advises. I came here as an advisor in business.. so i cant really excell in everything else other than that.. i think you should talk this over with someone you know.. someone who knows the whole story, and you and your brother, if it really hunts you still.. so much ". He looked over towards him, as he said " Cause i´m shit at this. You might as well just fire me already ".

What surprised Nathaniel the most about Basile was his way of delivering harsh realities without considering other’s feelings. It was a talent Nathaniel envied. ‘’Even from here, it wouldn’t matter. The height alone isn’t enough,’’ he said, sarcastically. ‘’And the queen might want to yell ‘off with your head’ for such a deed.’’ He said, looking at Basile. ‘’I don’t care who was a victim in this.’’ He lied, taking another puff of smoke.
He did jut as Basile and laid down to look at the sky. ‘’That’s why we built it here. It reminded us of home.’’ He said, somewhat thankful that Basile decided to change topics. ‘’Tell me, Basile,’’ he then said, without turning his head to look at him. ‘’Why did you train to become an advisor?’’ he asked, after Basile had explained it all.
‘’I need someone to teach me how to be a king. That’s your job… Ellery was trained for it. I am nothing but a musician and mason.’’ He said, taking in another puff of smoke from his cigarette. ‘’And, by the way… You didn’t hurt me. Not enough for me to fire you, anyway,’’ he said, biting his lip. ‘’I’ll remember to go to Nerobel with my personal quarrels from now on.’’ he then said, to spare Basile from any more of Nathaniel’s feelings flowing over.

Basile sighed, as he heard Nathaniel´s question. " I didn´t. My parents choose my career. I never had a choice in it ". He looked at Nathaniel for a moment, before he said " Maybe we dont match ". He looked up into the sky, almost wishing to sit in the plan, as he said softly. " I´m sorry for hurting you.. i shouldn´t have spoken out of line or.. not at all ". He felt like a failure. Having to be behind a desk and then out in the real world, was proving quite tougher than he had thought and it had only been what.. hours and he had already fucked so much up. He looked over towards him, as he sighed, before he got up, as he walked to the bathroom once again to clean, so they could both be alone. He then when he was finished, looked over towards Nathaniel, as he said " I´m calling a cap to go back. I can call Noelle or Nerobel for you, if you would like ".

He felt like i didnt belong. He was either too much or too little in this. He didnt want to hurt Nathaniel, but he also felt like it was too much, being let into ones world like this.. knowing already so much.. about a person. He was too tense, too trained in his rutines.. this was nothing like what he had thought. He had thought they would have dinner, then talk over about the work as a king, nothing of the emotionel.. and then he would advice him on what deals would benefit and what would not.. that was it, that was his whole future, but suddenly.. he found himself here.

‘’What did you want to be then? If not an advisor?’’ he asked in a mumble. He wanted to comment on the whole ‘we don’t match’-thing, since Basile in the end was the one who could decide that. As Basile had done whatever he wanted to do, and returned with the message what he was going to call a cab to go home. ‘’Just take the car.’’ He then said, before he stood up and walked inside, and over to the fridge. He pulled out a beer can, looking shortly at Basile.
‘’I would like to be alone, thanks. If you want, I would appreciate if you would write up whatever assignments you are comfortable with handling. Unless you’ve decided on resigning, that is.’’ Nathaniel said, before he opened the beer. ‘’The key is in my jacket.’’ He said, before he walked out onto the balcony once again, looking out over the water.

Basile walked over towards the hallway, took off his shoes, before he walked over to the fridge, as he took a beer for himself, and two extras, before he walked out to Nathaniel, as he sat down, before he looked over towards the ocean as he said softly " Could we.. maybe start over again. My name is Basile Lé Montt.. i suck at my job as an advisor.. i came to this beautiful place, but all i could think about was my own nerves and how i would do everything not to fuck up, which i did ". He looked over towards Nathaniel, as he opened the beer, before he took a big slurp, as he said " I dont drink, or smoke, and i smell like an old hipster, and.. i´m really bad at emotions, because my whole life was decided for me, and i never even stopped to ask why. I´m a virgin, never had my first kiss og love experience, so i rarely am good at understanding other peoples emotions, as i was also an only child.. i never felt alone, cause i had my music and my work.. so there, my whole life story ". He sighed, as he looked down at the beer, before he said " Well, i can scratch the not drinking alcohol ". He sighed, as he took another sip of it, before looking at Nathaniel. " I´m sorry.. ".

Nathaniel simply looked at Basile as he joined him with beers in his hands. He took a sip of his beer, as Basile then started to talk, asking to start over. He nodded calmly. ‘’of course. I’m Nathaniel D’Combe,’’ he then said, before he took another sip of his beer.
Then, the gates opened and Basile began talking about himself, even telling Nathaniel about how he was a virgin. To Nathaniel, it was nice to hear Basile opening up a bit, but it felt forced
‘’Don’t be sorry.’’ He said, before he looked at Basile with a calm expression. ‘’I drink, I smoke, and I smell like… I don’t know what. I hate fancy clothes, I married my wife because I was forced by my mother - who hates my guts by the way.’’ He said, before he took another sip of his beer.
‘’You didn’t answer my question though… What would you want to work with, if you could choose?’’ He then asked before he looked out over the water.

He felt embarassed, as he had blurted all of it out, before he let his hand glide over his face, as he chuckled a little for himself, as he said " oh god.. did i really just tell you all that ". He smiled a little, as he looked down at the beer. It tasted.. weird to him. He took another sip, before he sighed, as he listened to Nathaniel. He gave a short nod, before he looked at him, as he said " Ah i see ". He then looked towards the ocean once more, as his finger glided along the edge of the beer can, as he just relaxed for a moment, before he got the same question once more. He looked over towards him, as he thought for a moment, not really knowing what to say.. before he ended up saying " i dont know, maybe something with robe and humans.. maybe.. a bdsm club. It sounds exciting.. and no not as in i would participate ". He laughed a little, as he smiled softly, before he asked Nathaniel the same " What about you.. if you could choose just what you wanted in this world.. what would you work with? ". He took another sip of the beer, almost having drained it already and feeling a little tingle in his body, as he wasnt used to drinking at all, but he wasnt near anything of being drunk.

‘’Oh, I could tell you much more personal details, but I chose to spare you the embarrassment of knowing such things about me.’’ Nathaniel chuckled as Basile seemed ashamed about the things he had told Nathaniel.
Then, the answer came and Nathaniel almost spat out the beer in his mouth, making him cough to hide the laughter in his voice. ‘’Easy now, cowboy! Robes? BDSM? I thought you said you were a virgin?’’ he chuckled behind the cough; his shoulders trembling from the chuckle. As soon as he laughter calmed down, he took another sip of his beer with a thoughtful sigh.
‘’I would want to return to my music and my masonry. I’ve done what I’ve loved for decades… It’s nice with some change of scenery, but… I miss the music.’’ He admitted, smiling calmly at the advisor. ‘’Speaking of music. Do you play anything?’’ he asked, smiling calmly still, before he took another sip of his beer.

Basile laughed a little as he said " Oh.. NOW you hold back and want to spare me. So was that before or after the whole lonely thing? ". He looked at him, joking obviously, maybe a bad timing, but he hoped he wouldnt take it too much to heart, as he didnt mean anything bad with it. Basile couldn´t help chuckle, as he looked at the king, almost spitting out the beer in his mouth, making him cough, as he gently tapped him on the back, before removing his hand in a gentle swift moment, before he smiled and took a sip of his beer, as he said " I am, but that doesn´t mean, that i dont know what sex is, or what´s on the internet " he laughed as he smiled towards Nathaniel, finding his whole sudden shock so amusing, as he took the last sip of the beer, before opening a new one for himself.

Basile smiled a little, as he said " So are you some kind of famous or unfamous musician, or just playing for joy? ". He looked out to the ocean for a moment, letting his thoughts run wild, until Nathaniel broke it, by asking him if he played anything himself. " I do ". He looked over towards him, as he leaned down, turning his side towards him, as he took a sip, before saying " I play the piano, but.. i.. havent played in a while now.. i miss it, but i dont play when there are others around, it´s sort of my.. safe haven.. ".

The whole incident with him coughing made it painfully obvious that the advisor had gotten just the right idea about how to make the king laugh. The pat on the back made him look at Basile with a heartfelt smile. ‘’Hey, you said we started over!’’ he said, chuckling at the comment.
‘’Don’t believe anything you see on the internet, young one.’’ He then warning him as he emptied his beer in one large sip. He placed the can next to him and looked out over the water.
‘’I play for the fun of it. It makes everything less quiet. So, as you put it, a safe haven.’’ He admitted, before he took the other beer Basile had brought with him and opened it. ‘’I’ll see to it that we get a piano in your chambers,’’ he then said, before he opened the beer.
‘’So, Basile. Your whole life has been planned for you. Now, you have an opportunity to mold your place with us. What do you want to do?’’ he then asked, smiling calmly.

" Damn.. so pleasure in porn is non existing?, and boys with boys are only in porn and not en real life. Damn.. and here i so hoped, to find someone to dominate me ". He laughed, as he winked at Nathaniel this time, before saying " I´m not a child. I know that not EVERYTHING on the net is as it seems " he smiled, before chuckling a little, as he said " But it still looks pretty good to me, when a person gets it from behind, while strabbed in robes ". He was just teasing Nathaniel and trying to get a reaction from him, as he smiled innocently.

When Nathaniel said that he would see to it, that they would get a piano in his chamber´s, he almost choked himself, as he said " Oh please dont. It will only be too crowded in there then. Maybe.. have it placed somewhere.. secluded, a place nobody goes, and where i can play alone, without anyone finding me, or disturbing me, that would be.. great ". He thought about it for a moment, as he closed his eyes with a smile.
He opened one eye as he looked over to Nathaniel as he asked him what he wanted to do. " Be your advisor or consort, or whatever you might want me as. I actually dont care, i still work for you.. so.. besides Gaia seemes to be more fun than France ". He took another sip, as he said " Wauw.. i am SO not used to drinking at all ". He moved a little closer to the edge with a smile, as he looked down, before saying " So Nathaniel, top three of your most searched history on porn, now when we talk about not believing everything on the internet ". He smiled teasingly, before he said " or we could go soft, if you prefer that instead, and just keep to the topics like.. what do you think about the weather, and how is your wife, and do you enjoy your current life ". He chuckled a little.

Nathaniel couldn’t help but burst out in laughter as the young man next to him decided to take a piss on his king by making jokes. ‘’Okay, okay! I surrender! Please, no more!’’ he begged, before he nudged gently to Basile’s shoulder. ‘’You seem like you know what you like, Le Montt. I respect that.’’ He said, taking another sip of his second beer, as he tried to make his heart beat steady again after the laughter.
‘’Alright. You find a suitable spot for the piano, then I’ll arrange for it. Deal?’’ he asked, smiling to himself. He wasn’t about to be a stern and cruel man, simply because he had little knowledge on how to be a king. ‘’You do know what you are saying, Le Montt? I am giving you a chance to actually decide yourself what to do with your life, and you tell me you don’t care? That it would matter little to be either an advisor or a consort? Are you even aware of what a consort is, to the king?’’ he asked, with a raised brow. Why? Because the consort was the person the king would sleep with whenever he would see fit. That would undoubtedly be something Basile wasn’t interested in. wouldn’t it?
‘’I am sooooooo not telling you that!’’ he said, laughing once again. ‘’I wouldn’t even tell my wife that!’’ he laughed, looking out over the water. ‘’But I can tell you one thing. I do love a good man-on-man-scenario.’’ He then said, as the laughter subsided, before he took a sip of his beer.

Basile suddenly realised what he had said, before he had almost choked in his drink, as he said " i meant confidant!. Not consort, NEVER concort ". He laughed, as he looked at the beer for a moment, before he said " And deal ". He looked at him with a slight blush as he said " The beer is betraying me. I clearly meant confidant ". He laughed, as he smiled towards him and took another big slurp, as he felt like he needed it to calm himself down a little after having fucked that word up.

He was quite surprised when Nathaniel said that he do loved a good man on man scenario, as he smiled and said " i thought so. The vibes you sent, doesn´t scream heterosexual man. Not meant in an offending way, but just.. that you have a little more flair to you ". He got up, before he stretched himself a little again, as he looked down at Nathaniel " Come, lets go inside, before one of us gets too drunk and falls over, and when i say that, i obviously mean me, since i´m not used to drinking ". He smiled, as he got inside, a little unsteady, but steady enough to find a couch to lay on, as he looked over towards Nathaniel, as he unbottoned the top of his collar, before he closed his eyes as he placed the beer on the table.

‘’Oh, well, damn. Don’t get my hopes up, Basile!’’ he chuckled, before he gave the young man a pat on the back to make sure he didn’t choke on his beer.
‘’Beer has a tendency to make us use our tongues in the most unexpected ways,’’ he warned Basile, winking at him. But then, Basile started talking about how Nathaniel didn’t exactly vibe as a heterosexual man. ‘’What is that supposed to mean!? Like your gaydar is so bloody perfect!’’ he chuckled as he followed Basile. He got up on his feet, clearly not that affected by the beer at all. He walked behind Basile inside, whilst chuckling at him. ‘’Are you that scared of the waters, Basile? You’re a bloody siren.’’ He sighed with a teasing tone, before he closed the door to the balcony, only to see Basile collapse on the couch and close his eyes after he had undone the first button of his collar.
‘’Now, Basile. You called me out on being into guys - admittedly only after I revealed some of it. I take it that you are as well? At least partially.’’ He asked, as he sat down in a chair opposite to the couch Basile had collapsed on, before he took another sip of his beer.

Basile looked shortly over towards Nathaniel as he said with a chuckle " What are you talking about!. You have a wife, of course you wouldn´t get any hopes up. Besides.. as if it isnt normal for sirens to have more than one in their marriage ". He shrugged, as he stretched a little, before just relaxing on the couch. " And my gaydar is perfectly fine old man ". He laughed, as he stuck out him tongue towards Nathaniel, before just enjoying the softness of the couch, feeling a little light headed.
He smiled a little by hearing Nathaniel´s words as he said " ME?!. Into boys, noh what would give you that idea?. I dont know what i´m into.. i´m a virgin remember ". he laughed a little, as he smiled towards Nathaniel, as he had opened his eyes, before he narrowed them a little, as he said " Oh yeah?.. so you think that ". He got up, as he walked over towards the balcony, to open the doors, as he started to open his pants and his shirt, as he said " Fine, i´m gonna show you, i´m not afraid of no ocean water! ".

‘’Old man!?’’ Nathaniel puffed rather jokingly as he looked over at Basile. ‘’Keep that tongue in your mouth, kiddo, before I get tempted to taste it.’’ he then warned him, still joking.
‘’I think you’re just about into everything. You seem like the type of guy who would love getting taken from behind. But what do I know - I’m just an old man!’’ he said, taking yet another sip of his beer. At first, Basile simply got up from the couch and wandered over to the balcony. ‘’Basile? What are you doing?’’ Nathaniel asked, rather confused. He started undressing, as Nathaniel got up from his chair and placed the beer on the table. ‘’Get back here!’’ he said, fairly certain that Basile was just a little to intoxicated to actually swim. Although he was a siren, Nathaniel wasn’t sure he was able to control himself in such a state. He walked over to Basile and reached him just as he had entered the balcony. ‘’You are being a real troublemaker!’’ he sighed at him as he placed an arm around the waist of the young man; his hand gliding up underneath the opened shirt - which Nathaniel paid little attention to, as he almost carried Basile inside once again and closed the door.
He placed Basile up against the kitchen counter, facing Nathaniel. ‘’Enough talk about sex, porn and who’s into what, okay?’’ he said; his face mere inches away from Basile’s. ‘’Please remind me to make sure you aren’t drinking unsupervised.’’ He then said, winking at Basile.

Basile felt the hand glide up underneath his shirt, as he laughed softly, before saying " I´m being a troublemaker. Where are your hands going my king ". He laughed a little at the whole ordeal, trying to resist Nathaniel´s grip, but was unable to do so, as he suddenly found himself trapped against the kitchen counter facing him, as he heard his words. He nodded a little, to the words, as he said " If you wish my king ", with a teasing smile, before he heard him say that he wasn´t to drink unsupervised " But i´m not. You are here, arent you?, or are you perhaps a ghost ".

He leaned forward to gently touch Nathaniel´s cheek as he said with a cheeky smile " See, as i thought. Not alone at all, or unsupervised " a soft velveted laughter once again rose in the kitchen area, as he closed his eyes a little, just trying not to lose his balance, as he said " Okay, maybe.. i drank a little.. too much on my first go, or maybe.. a little too little ". He looked at him, as he placed a hand each on his shoulder, with his shirt almost all the way open, and only wearing black boxers, as he looked at him. " So.. you really think i´m into everything. You must be dafted. Not at all, i´m actually quite picky ". He looked at him for a little while, before he said " And i CAN swim.. just let me show you ". he tried once more to walk over to the balcony, to get out of his grip, as he laughed, while almost wrestling with him, is he wouldnt.

‘’My hands go wherever they please.’’ Nathaniel simply stated, not really sure why the young siren would ask such trivial questions in the first place.
As he had placed Basile up against the counter, it seemed like the beer had had a little too great of an effect on the poor man, since he started rambling about Nathaniel might being a ghost. He touched Nathaniel’s cheek, making the king’s eyes dart away from looking at Basile. ‘’Maybe you’ve been drinking enough for today, Basile.’’ Nathaniel said, as Basile mumbled about just that.
‘’It was an assumption, Basile! I don’t care if you’re picky or not, just… Stop!’’ he sighed, as Basile tried to wrestle free from the king’s grip. Nathaniel, who had little patience with drunken young men, ended up grabbing onto Basile’s waist once more and this time forcing him up against the counter; their bodies pressed together to make sure Basile wouldn’t try to get away again.
‘’Now,’’ Nathaniel said, slightly out of breath - his face inches away from Basile’s. ‘’Now, stop this nonsense. Of course, you can swim. I was making a joke! Just stop trying to get away or I’ll have to,…’’ he silenced himself, as he wasn’t sure was about to be said. He would have to what? Tie him up? Chain him?... What? No. ‘’You should get dressed, Basile. It is not fitting for the advisor to dress like this.’’ Nathaniel said, without releasing Basile until he was certain that the young man would be able to follow that act.

Basile stopped struggling at once, when he heard the stop, as it sounded more serious than anything had ever been. He felt the forceful press against the kitchen counter, as he said " N-Nathaniel you are ". He felt it, his body react to it, as he looked embarassed away from Nathaniel, before he said " okay okay, i wont.. just.. let me go ". He didn´t look near Nathaniel in this moment, as he felt embarassed for himself but just the whole situation, as he could feel Nathaniel breath.. also the breath against his skin, how his face was only inches away from him.. and the thing he said. " You will have to what.. ". He looked at him a little, waiting to hear an answer, as he laughed a little, before he said " Nathaniel, you are SUCH a tease, without meaning to, i guess.. since wife and everything ". He laughed a little, as he smiled, before jumping up on the kitchen counter, as he was about to pull his legs up, so he could glide out of the grip of Nathaniel´s, as he said " But fine, i will get dressed, and hold back on the beeeeers! ". He chuckled.

‘’I am what, Basile?’’ Nathaniel asked, but it soon became painfully obvious that the young man felt uncomfortable. ‘’Oh, I… My apologies.’’ He said before he finally realized his words had caught up to him. ‘’Or I’ll have to make you my consort instead of my advisor - how about that?’’ he joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Then, Basile seemed to have a change of heart and simply decided to call Nathaniel a tease. He chuckled at him. ‘’Without meaning to? Let’s say that.’’ Nathaniel joked, before he backed away, allowing Basile to get away if that was what he wanted to. He stretched his arms toward the ceiling, showing just a tiny bit of his chiseled torso underneath the shirt, before he looked at Basile. ‘’Drink some water, okay? I don’t think it’s the best idea to get wasted on beers this early.’’ Nathaniel said with a crooked smile, before he turned around to go get his own beer.

Basile sighed, as he looked towards Nathaniel, as he said " Drink more water, okay ". He couldn´t help but feel a little, like Nathaniel had him around his finger, teasing him.. and the pulling it as a joke. He didnt care about it, like it didn´t bother him, but if he had anything to say, then he also wanted to play a little, maybe it was a little childish, but what fun did people have if not their own making. He a glass of water, before he said " Oh Nathaniel, maybe you should take one too " before he splashed the water Nathaniel´s way, as he laughed, before he ran to the door, as he said " I dont need no old man to tell me what to do! ". He stuck out his tongue, before he laughed as he said " if you catch me, then fine, i will become your consort AND advisor, cause you clearly need it! ". He ran out the door, not thinking if Nathaniel actually would run after him, but no matter, he had smuggled a beer with him anyways, to enjoy down at the beach, even if it was a little chilly, as he got down to the drive way, before he opened the beer, while holding an eye on the house, think he wouldnt run after him.. as if. He took a sip of the beer, as he leaned against the car, before stretching his body, as he opened his shirt a little, smiling for himself. If Nathaniel actually came outside, he would run however, down towards the beach.

Nathaniel wasn’t one for playing tag - but this had been one of those times where the tension between them had to be released, and tag was a better way to do it that what he had in mine. ‘’You little runt!’’ he gasped at Basile, but instead of running after him, he chose to do what he used to do when his brother’s friends mocked him. He took the back door, with his beer in his hand, and walked calmly over to the car - but approaching it from the other side, so Basile wouldn’t see him. He looked calmly at him. ‘’I thought I told you to chill with the beers, Basile?’’ he asked, quite calm, not even trying to catch him even though he stood mere feet from him.
With those words, he began walking down to the beach. ‘’Are you coming?’’ he then asked, with a crooked smile on his lips, as he pulled the t-shirt off his torso in one gliding motion while he walked.

Basile had almost dropped his beer, as he suddenly heard Nathaniel´s words, just not coming from the direction he had thought, as he turned to look at Nathaniel, before he started to walk after him, as he said " Aha, so thats how we play, fine ". He slowly let his own shirt glide off his arm´s in a rather smooth motion too, revealing the body that did not look like one of an advisor´s but rather a personal trainer. He jogged over towards Nathaniel, so they walked side by side, as he sighed, before saying " And here i thought i would get the honor of becoming your consort.. it almost saddens me ". He chuckled, as he took another sip from his beer, before he asked " how many can you ACTUALLY take, before you start to feel the effects? ". He had only finished asking him that, before he fell himself trip over how the sand swallowed his feet, as he instantly grabbed out after Nathaniel´s arm, steadying himself as he laughed, before he stood straight once more, as he kept the beer out of Nathaniel´s reach, so he couldnt take the liquid ew, that tasted like.. just horror in a can, as he didnt mind for the taste at all, but he did love the effect. He felt more free and more.. fluid almost, as he looked around, having completely forgotten everything about only wearing boxer´s, before he laughed a little, as he placed his beer in the sand, before he sat down, as he leaned down into the sand, making it almost swallow his arms and legs, as he made a sand angel. " Look, it´s an sand angel ". He smiled, as he looked up towards the sky, before he closed his eyes, feeling how the sand prickled underneath his skin.

Nathaniel chuckled at him, as he followed him and revealed a body worthy of the Greek mythological figure Adonis. He ignored the chuckling joke about how it almost saddened him to not be his consort. Nathaniel smiled to himself, by the next question. ‘’I already feel the effect, Basile. So, two, tops. But feeling the effect isn’t the same as getting drunk. I need a great deal more,’’ he said, with a little smile.
Then, Basile seemed to lose the ground under his feet, making Nathaniel laugh calmly. ‘’You’ve had enough, don’t you think?’’ he asked, with a teasing smile on his lips. Now, Basile decided to sit down in the sand, making Nathaniel do the same. ‘’So… Basile.’’ He said, before he reached and placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘’You didn’t state the game was over, so… Gotcha!’’ he said, winking at Basile with a crooked smile. ‘’So, future consort… What is a sand angel?’’

Basile looked quite surprised, as Nathaniel sat down and placed a hand on his shoulder, but it wasnt the action that shocked him to his core, no it was the gotcha. He looked at him, perplexed a little, as he didn´t know what to say or do in this kind of situation, before he laughed as he joked, just like Nathaniel had weasled himself out so many times, he too tried his best, as he said " Oh, did i say consort?. I think i meant confidant ". He laughed, as he stuck out his tongue towards Nathaniel, before looking at him, as he had let himself glide into the sand beneath him, as he smiled softly, before saying " Sand angel.. like a snow angel?, but just in sand. Dont tell me, that you have never tried sand surfin... also ". He looked at Nathaniel a little shocked, as he looked at the beach, before saying " oh well, it´s easier to surf in the desert, but then again... for us sirens, the desert is ALSO really a risk ". He remembered clearly how it had felt like a living hell sometimes, but lucky for him, he had water with him, and some extra, as he had known someone who could pull water from even the tiniest drops from the sky, so he had been in safe hands by her.
He looked shortly over towards Nathaniel as he turned his front towards him, before he sat up, as he leaned over towards Nathaniel, inches away from his face, as he looked into his eyes with his.. almost looking like the ocean on a stormy day, as he said " Your eyes, they remind me of a river.. with an endless stream on a summer day.. the sun´s rays hitting just right between the colored stones.. ". He smiled softly, before he sighed, as he said " So.. about that contact. Do you want it in writing or?.. spoken.. or something third? ".