Late Summer/Early Autumn 1987 || let's go to the beach beach

[theunpressuredclub]

There's just a little bit of a chill in the air that's starting to touch the waters. That's what Rachel's using as a partial excuse for the long-sleeved nature of her swimsuit, at least. Andrew had accepted the statement with a smile that only just hinted at the worry behind it-- he was just glad she was coming out with them at all, at this point. She'd been cooped up and more than a little withdrawn from the for too long.

But she's easing out of the heartache, now. She's stopping short of making her way all the way to the shoreline because she's too busy taking in the beauty of the water.

"Oh, it's beautiful."

"Told you so," Andrew says with a rough kiss to her cheek, "C'mon. Let's go play."

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[ofthecubs]

It's not perfect. It would be better if Rachel were feeling more comfortable--more open. But, really, it's so much better that she's out here at all that he can't begin to think of complaining.

Besides, it's been too long since the four of them went out and just enjoyed themselves. Too long since they all actually relaxed the way children are supposed to.

Argine, for her own part, has literally let down her hair, laugh soft on her lips as she moves to set out the blankets properly on the sand. Edgar, for his own part, is absolutely not going to wait for that, just dropping the bags he'd been carrying and tugging off his coat. "Race you t' the waves."