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As the waves crashed around him, he stood on his board, weaving through the waters like a pro as they yelled at him. The water spirits wanted to drown him for rousing them out of their sleep, but he merely grinned and flicked them away as the things they were: water. The wave carried him close to shore and he dived into the water, feeling the chill run down his back as he refreshed himself from that hot, steamy encounter with Alexander. As he walked up to the shore, he noticed the young boy was back on the beach. What is he doing here? The water spirits gurgled behind him, but Avon ignored their senseless threats, continuing to stare at Alexander's lonesome figure. Aw hell, don't tell me he's out here because he's depressed about how someone raped him without him noticing?
(Also, I think you've mixed RPs up. Your character is Alexander, not Lucas, right?)
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