Cerulean Cape i just want to occupy your mind

the open space of the beach is not the best place for a nap. it is unsecure and leaves him vulnerable, and so samothes does not let himself be lulled fully into sleep. the low chuff of another rouses him. the sound is unthreatening and so he lifts his head lazily and turns to find the source as he speaks. 

he does not recognize the slender man, but he is handsome. something mischevious creeps into samothes' honey-rose gaze as he rises to his feet, stretching his body out fluidly, nearly languorous in his movements. "i was thinking of a friend who wandered out of my life recently," the scholar murmurs, "and someone else who wandered back in." though frankly, he'd rather thelxiope than samaantine. "yourself?" he returns the question, the edges of his lips turned up into a slight smile.