Reese Williams | Otherworld (aussiewerewolf) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-23 10:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~reese williams (aussiewerewolf), ~~scott mccall (blandly_moral) |
WHO: Reese Williams and OTA
WHAT: Going for a very wet swim
WHEN: Saturday morning
WHERE: The Beach and the walk back to camp
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Incomplete
Despite his desire to hunt this morning, Reese had actually taken Isaac's words to heart. He had to admit that he hadn't really been keeping close track of what other people were bringing in - he'd been concentrating on his own kills and little more. But apparently the other werewolf had actually spoken to the god, and found out that he was angry with them.
That could not possibly be good.
So Reese was fine with not hunting today. Derek was also right - he'd gone by the smokehouse and had caught the faint, almost imperceptible tang of meat that was about to go bad. They needed to eat that first. They shouldn't waste what they'd already taken. Something about that struck Reese wrong, to his very core.
So instead of hunting this morning, Reese had made his way down to the beach, stripped nude, and gone for a swim. The rain didn't bother him. In fact, he kind of liked it. Growing up in the Outback, he'd come to see rain as a life-bringing gift - and he hadn't moved on from that yet, even living with the Sorrentinos in the much rainier (and snowier) New York State.
...And there was a strange thought. Nick was here, and Nick didn't know him. And he thought Antonio was dead. Parallel universes? Time paradoxes? Other weird complicated things that would hurt Reese's brain? It didn't matter. There were gods and goddesses here, and he was quite certain that if they wanted something a certain way, they could make something a certain way. He would just leave it to them and they would do as they would.
Coming out of the water at last (and only a little bit pruney on his fingers), Reese grabbed the shirt he'd brought to use as a towel and wiped himself off as best he could. The towel, of course, was wet, and as soon as he dried himself off, he was wet again from the rain.
Maybe this hadn't been the smartest idea he'd ever had.
Well, it was best to just stay naked - he'd rather walk around with a wet body than with wet clothes. So he headed back to camp, stark naked, a pile of wet clothes tucked under one arm. Apparently, he'd have to wait and dry off there.