fandomtownies | The Beach, after classes

After Hunting, Isabel headed down to the beach to meet up with Peter as they'd ~~handwavily~~ discussed. Dropping the bag of Nerf balls and the blanket she'd brought with her onto the sand, she headed towards the water's edge, enjoying the smell of salt in the warmer air. There was probably a few more weeks of cold weather to get through, but the warmer temperatures today were a nice change after the storms of last week.

	Kivar walked through the streets of Fandom enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to enjoy the outdoors like this. And if he was stopped, that would be his reason for being in town after his speaking engagement at the school. No one needed to know he had an ulterior motive.
	Despite being worried about Lucas and what they planned for tomorrow, the change in weather had Isabel in an extremely cheerful mood. She tossed a few shells back into the water, then walked back up the beach, waving her hand and causing several mini-tornadoes to whirl across the sand.
	The smell of salt and the sound of waves lured him to the beach. Kivar gazed out over the water and then smiled, teeth bared, when he realized just who was there with him. "Impressive," he called out.
	Isabel turned, dropping her hand and letting the sand collapse back on the beach. "I didn't realize anyone was watching," she said warily, not recognizing the stranger.
	"How could I not? A beautiful, powerful woman," Kivar smiled, his eyes dark. "You're everything I thought you would be."
	The hairs on the back of Isabel's neck stood up. There was something about him, something familiar. "Who are you?" she asked. "I don't know you. How do you know me?"
	He stepped closer, brushing her hair back off her face. "You might not remember me but Vilandra does."
	"Vilandra's dead," Isabel said flatly, stepping away. She didn't understand how or why he was there, but she knew who he was. "She was foolish and naive and you killed her, Kivar."
	"But here you are," Kivar replied, following her. "Just as beautiful. Come with me. Be my queen. You're meant for so much more then this."
	She shivered and closed her eyes, lost in a flood of images. Kivar kissing her, the two of them walking along the water's edge under a red moon, "What have you done to me?"
	"Nothing," he whispered in her ear. "Vilandra remembers. Vilandra wants to come home."
	"Vilandra can go to hell," Isabel hissed, shoving him away. "This is my home. And if you're smart, you'll leave now."
	Kivar nodded. "I'll go. But this isn't over...Isabel," he said, his voice dripping with scorn. "There's going to be a time when I won't be so agreeable. What will you do then?" He stepped towards her, stopping as Isabel raised her hand.
	"Go," she said, prepared to send him flying if he came another step closer.
	Eyes dark and shadowed, Kivar studied her for a long moment, debating taking her with him by force. Finally he turned and held out his hand over the sand. There was a flash of light then something similar to a portal opened, sending showers of light onto the sand. "Remember me," he said as he stepped into the light. "Because I will never forget you."
	Isabel blinked as the portal flashed once more then disappeared. Letting out the breath she'd been holding, she dropped her hand then sank to the sand.

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"Oh no, too late for that," she replied. "There's only one thing to do." Isabel reached out and caught the sleeve of his hoodie, immediately visualizing the color change. "Let's see what you look like in fuschia!"

"Oh man!" Peter laughed at the change of color on his sleeve. "Okay, now it's revenge."

He reached for the sleeve of her jacket and tried to visualize the school's gremlin logo repeated all over it.

"Revenge? Here I was trying to be nice!" Isabel tried to sound outraged but the fact that she kept laughing probably was a good sign that she was only kidding.

Her jacket changed and her eyes grew wide with horror. "Oh my god! That's tacky!"

"I can't believe I did it," Peter admitted, grinning the grin of someone way too proud of himself. He then reached for her other sleeve. "Here, I'll make you match."

Isabel scrambled backwards out of reach. "Do you want to go swimming?"

"Isn't it too cold for that?"

"Oh absolutely," she nodded. "But if you keep trying to change my beloved jacket into this fashion nightmare? Well, you might find yourself in the water."

"Please. That's completely fashion forward. Everyone in New York is wearing it that way." Peter dove forward for another chance to try to grab at her sleeve.

While Peter was focused on her sleeve? Isabel went for his hair. Lime green would be a perfect color.

Peter ~~became totally powerless because OMGHISBEAUTIFULEMOHAIR~~ flailed and tried to get away. "Oh man! Okay, revenge. For serious."

Isabel grinned. "What's that matter? You don't like it? I can add some orange stripes."

"Stripes, huh?" Peter tried wiggling his fingers in a ~~buttery~~ menacing fashion, then reached out to try to give Isabel's hair red streaks that would match her sweater.

Laughing, Isabel fell back onto the sand, rolling her eyes as red tinged hair flew into her face. "This really wasn't what I had in mind you know!"

"Sure?" Peter asked. "Because I'm learning a lot."

"I'd planned on something a little more dignified," she grinned. "I'm sure somewhere around here there's a squirrel with a camera. You're going to turn up in the yearbook looking like this."

Peter thought about it, then ran a hand down the sleeve Isabel hadn't touched. When he was done he had his own line of gremlin logos, just like Isabel's. "At least we match?"

"That's something," Isabel said, eyeing the gremlins like they might suddenly bite them. "I'm not sure what. But it's something."

"This is just... awesome," Peter said. He was back to grinning like an idiot again. "I really appreciate you letting me try this with you."

"Please, it was fun." She ran her hand over her hair and her jacket changing them back. "I'm going to have to keep the Gremlin pattern in mind the next time there's a basketball game. School spirit and all that. Do you need help? Or can you put yourself back together?"

"Let me try." Peter concentrated and ran a hand over his sleeves and hair. He managed to get all of it except for some spots of green near his roots.

"You missed a spot," Isabel chuckled, pointing at her own hairline. "Shall I?"

Peter looked sheepish. "Guess next time I should bring a mirror? Yeah, if you could. Thanks."

Reaching out, Isabel quickly got rid of the lime green. "Or you could just let it go and start a new fashion trend."

"Maybe with a color that flatters my eyes?" Peter joked. "Going back to the dorms? Mind company for the walk?"

"Of course. A nice shade of blue would look nice. And I'd love company," she said, getting to her feet and brushing off the sand.

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