(les)

[seas_open]

April honestly isn't sure why she's here.

Les had said something about dinner and before she could even think about what she was saying, she had found herself agreeing and now she's here, uncertain, on unsteady ground, and neither of these are things she likes being. It's not a date, she doesn't go on dates, she simply does what she needs to do in order to get by, but befriending a witch she'd met first in a bar and then on the beach has little to do with just getting by. She doesn't need him in any way to get the things she wants.

But she's here anyway and she doesn't entirely understand why.

She'd put on a simple green dress and a pair of sandals, left her hair loose around her shoulders. She's left her taser at home, too, because she can't imagine Les doing anything that would require her needing it, which is stupid. It's how people get into trouble, by assuming they know things about a person they've spent barely any time with at all, but she's confident in her decision at the same time, just one more conflicting thought in a long line of conflicting thoughts.

It isn't even that she's here simply because she wants to sleep with him -- though she wouldn't say no. If that was all she wanted, she's certain there are less difficult ways to go about it. In short, there isn't much she understands about Les or about what she's doing.

But she's here anyway and she fixes the hem of her dress before knocking on the door of the guest house.

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[lesparker]

He allows himself to kiss her again just because but then leans his head back down on the pillow, considers her question for a few moments. Siren Cove is an interesting place with its mixture of humans, sirens, and witches. Sure, it had it's small town New England charm and precious festivals, but it also had dangerous people lurking around the streets. It also had history, a past, and some of it isn't good as far as human and witches go. Most of it is stupid, but that doesn't make it less true. Doesn't mean everybody just gets along. Especially doesn't mean all the humans like having witches roaming freely in their town.

Les has never experience it himself, but he remembers his mother always telling him to be careful with his magic.

"Yeah, some witches probably aren't as open," he says. "But I dunno these days being a witch or a siren isn't a problem. This town has a long sordid history though. If things swing the other way again some day, it wouldn't be that surprising I guess."

[seas_open]

"Hm," April says softly, considering that. She props her chin up in one hand, looking at Les briefly before her gaze grows distant. "Everywhere I've been I've had to hide what I am." There's been no matriarch, no group of sirens which she was supposed to belong to. Even here, even with how open everyone is, it makes her uncomfortable and she knows that's due to her past, but she just can't overcome it. She doesn't trust it, she doesn't trust the idea of there being a set of rules she's required to follow, and it's for this reason alone she isn't sure how long she might last in Siren Cove.

April has never been good at following the rules, especially when she's told she has to.

"Sometimes I'm still not sure what to make of it here," she admits. "There's a community where I've never had one before and it feels... very strange."