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domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

Dom got increasingly more nervous as she looked between his eyes and his hands. What am I doing He thought miserably, and almost took his hand back when he felt the lightest-feather touch of her palm in his hand. He was shocked surprised terrified, he didn't know how he felt. Even his own father was uncomfortable with the temperature of Dom's skin, he couldn't remember the last time someone willingly didn't mind the cold. She squeezed his hand slightly and he came back to the present helping her carefully to her feet.

Dom felt unbelievably tall standing beside her. "Thanks... It's the first time I've actually been to the beach. Makes sense that it tries to eat me." He let out a low chuckle, it was quiet, but still there. He followed her gaze down to their hands, which happened to still be intertwined. Her face flushed a very pretty rose color and the tips of Dom's ears reddened slightly along with her. He hadn't even noticed they were still holding hands. "I'm Sloane". She gave his hand an awkward shake before releasing it, to Dom's slight disappointment. Sloane. He bounced the name a couple times around in his head. It was a Gaelic name, warrior. Even though Dom hadn't known her for more than a couple minutes he felt like it fit her well. "I don't have any nicknames... Unless you count the names some of the campers call me." He shifted footing as he recalled the murmurs around camp about the Eris children. Her brother fit in pretty well, but Sloane didn't follow in suit. He understood how she felt, there were a few choice campers that had already given him a few names. He wanted to freeze them all into statutes.

Dom could tell she was a little uncomfortable, probably due to the heaviness of her statement. He watched her eyes drift self-consciously to the other campers, one of which being the girl Dom had scared away. "I like it. Your name, I like your name. I mean, it's one of those names that doesn't need a nickname. It can hold its own." Gods. Did he forget how to speak? He mainly wanted to get her to stop focusing on the other campers, they were all ignorant anyway.

"I uh... take it you don't like parties either?" He shoved his hands into his pockets, and let out a small, short laugh. "Is it that easy to tell? I guess, I'm not doing a great job of hiding how much I don't belong here", he looked down at the sand breaking eye contact, "If I'm being honest, I've tried to talk myself into leaving several times. I don't know what's keeping me here, or I mean maybe I do now". He dug his foot in the sand slightly, why did he say that. "Why are you here? You're the first person I've meet that has brought reading material to a party" He shifted the attention back to her and smiled slightly looking down at the book he had turned into a popsicle earlier.