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[aimedforthemoon]

It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head.

The other is out in front of her and, one eyes closed, she is making the moon vanish and appear just by moving her thumb.

(possibly, she really shouldn't be doing this)

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[aimedforthemoon]

She almost visibly relaxes, smile curling up at the side.

"You startled me."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"It's probably pretty safe here, you know", he says, strolling over to join her.

[aimedforthemoon]

"You said 'probably'," she points out.

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"No such thing as completely safe. Not really."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I think my paranoia still has a use, then."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

Owen snorts.

"Yeah, point taken."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Sit down?"

She's getting a crink in her neck.

Worse than normal.

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"...right."

He sits, legs folded under him in a way that probably shouldn't be comfortable but seems to be anyway.

[aimedforthemoon]

"You're too tall."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"...you know, I think that might be the first time I've ever heard that", he says wryly.

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir looks amused.

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"Seriously."

But he's half-laughing.

[aimedforthemoon]

"It's still true."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"In comparison, I'll grant you."

[aimedforthemoon]

"My height is perfectly sensible."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"Sure it is", he says agreeably. "You're very well proportioned."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Oh, so that is what they call it in Wales, do they?"

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"London, please. I haven't gone native yet."

[aimedforthemoon]

"My mistake."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

He unfolds his legs and lies back on the grass, grinning over at her.

"Forgiven, I s'pose."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Just 'suppose'?"

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"Well, you might have to make it up to me."

[aimedforthemoon]

She leans over him, bracing her weight on her hand the other side of him.

"Oh?"

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

He looks up at her, into her face.

"Oh, yeah. I think I can come up with a few possibilities."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'm sure you can." Her voice is amused.