for peter_weps_ince

[mute_clay]

It’s the ocean. The Sea.

He’s never seen it before.
Has always imagined it to be like the lake.
Just bigger.

He hadn’t thought it would be like this.

There are people about, noises, smells, but all he can hear is the sound of the waves, the heart of the great water beating against the shore. The pier. It is all he can smell – no – all he can taste.

The lake was like a looking glass hidden in the heart of the forest, but this –
This is like the woods themselves. Beautiful, and dark, and terrifying. Calling, just like the forest could, but with rhythmic sounds instead of whispering trees.
A drum instead of a flute.
And yet, so alike.

He’d been elated when Orlando had taken him to the state park, but there had been paths, and people. And picnic tables. This is more like it.
This is wildness.
Ancient and untameable.

Clay’s aware that he probably looks like a moron standing there. But it doesn’t matter. How can anything matter when the world is wild and beautiful?

He walks closer.

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gives him a smile and nods. Then he grabs a stack of paper napkins from one of the nearby tables and takes a pen from his back pocket, winking at Weps.

In the meantime

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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps laughs. Every minute he spends in Clay's company the more chilled out he feels.

"Good idea... so, Clay - as a carpenter, are you managing to make a living round here?"

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay makes a half-shrug then writes

I've mainly done stuff for friends.
Board and food.

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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Meaning that you don't have a place of your own? Where do you stay then? Do you have somewhere to stay?" Weps pauses, reaches out a hand to cover Clay's holding the pen. He smiles.

"Sorry - didn't mean to fire questions at you..."

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay grins and winks at him.

Then he writes

I'm staying at a friend's house. Orlando.

He pauses, then writes

used to stay with a guy named Sean

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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins back, takes a mouthful of beer.

"I've heard of Orlando - never met him though. He must be okay to put up with David! Sorry... I like David - at arms' length. I could not live in the same place as the guy though."

Weps pauses, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He looks at Clay and decides not to ask the question that immediately formed in his head when Clay mentioned Sean's name. He offers the pack of cigarettes to Clay.

"Sean I have met though..."

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay grins a bit. David can be a handful.
He accepts a cigarette, then looks closer at Weps.
Strange that he hadn't noticed it before...
He lets a hand glide down his own face, then repeats the gesture in front of Weps' face, not touching him.

He lights the cigarette, then taps Sean's name on the pad, and narrows his eyes against the smoke.

So, another one