[ This is as close to home as they're going to get and some days it's better than nothing at all. In his spare time (which he has a lot of here with no ships to chase, no real treasure to plunder) Edward is more than likely to venture up to the summer room and seat himself on the beach for a few hours until Mary joins him.
As he enters and kicks off his boots, taking them up in hand to carry, he heads for the water. Other than the lone figure at the water, it's just them.
Edward spares them a glance, the sand warm beneath his bare feet and gritty between his toes. He can imagine the water lapping against his ankles and longs for the real sea. Another glance at the figure and he squints, slowing in his steps until he comes to a complete stop some feet away.
That red hair, the height, the form.
Edward doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare to dream.
Is that... ]
...Anne?
[ Only two women in his life has gorgeous red curls like that, Caroline and ... Anne. ]
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As he enters and kicks off his boots, taking them up in hand to carry, he heads for the water. Other than the lone figure at the water, it's just them.
Edward spares them a glance, the sand warm beneath his bare feet and gritty between his toes. He can imagine the water lapping against his ankles and longs for the real sea. Another glance at the figure and he squints, slowing in his steps until he comes to a complete stop some feet away.
That red hair, the height, the form.
Edward doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare to dream.
Is that... ]
...Anne?
[ Only two women in his life has gorgeous red curls like that, Caroline and ... Anne. ]