A/N: I own nothing and nobody. No harm is intended. This is a new fandom for me, so play nice. I intend for this to increase in rating but for now it's harmless.
Wind blows through the trees and he notices. Birds flying by and he knows. All the nature and quiet on this goddamn island was driving him nuts. What he wouldn't give for the blessed distractions of graffiti and exhaust.
All the time that passes here is empty, no distractions from the thoughts creeping into his head. In the city there are lights and noise to keep those thoughts at bay. Movement was a distraction he had mastered. The slow southern charm was a very convincing act. But his eyes were constantly scanning and his hands were always fiddling with something. He supposed that's why he started smoking.
But here, on this damn island the water and sand become a blur, there is nothing real to look at. His small stash of smokes was almost gone. Nothing to smoke and nothing to look at left him with exactly nothing.
Movement on his left distracts him and he smiles. Well, there was almost nothing to look at.
"Hey there Freckles."
She didn't answer, just stood there next to him. Now here was a distraction worth all his waking hours. 110lbs of pure woman. Hot and cold. Light and dark. Everything and nothing he had ever wanted in a woman.
Dropping to the sand she now sat close enough her curls brushed against his bicep. Ah, to see her spread out before him, curls blowing free. Now that would be real. A vision to distract his mind for hours.
Still she said nothing and he smiled again. The nature, the water, the horror, none of it was real. But sitting here, curls against his arm, he could almost feel reality seeping back into him. Suddenly he felt more alive than he ever had. Tossing his head back he found that he liked the feeling of well…feeling. Maybe, just maybe the con man could give this reality a try.