#maisie + finn 001

[maisiedemars]

If there was a difference, it was lost on Maisie, who was beginning to feel as if the iciest of blue raspberry ICEE's was intravenously being flooded through her bones and straight to her brain.

She's not sure if she's given him anything of use, between the fidgeting and the giggling. Moody and Maisie, though perfectly familiar with one another, was not coming to her as easily as either party probably would have liked. Finn was being a great sport about it, despite his quips and attempt to shush her--something she was, despite her own retorts back, doing her hardest to abide by.

With the click of the shutter and his instruction to wait, she was almost sure he was approaching her to call the whole thing off. She somehow grew even colder at the thought, waiting with held breath as he waded towards her, not even a peeped I told you so when even he too admitted to the chill of the water.

It was only when the camera was turned for her to see that she understood. The picture of her, mid squeal, the wave splashed up around her, was cute--it brought a relieved grin to her lips, gaze lingering on the photo, even once Finn's attention from it wandered.

"You're really--" good, she meant to say, but before she could finish her sentence, he was fleeing from the impending waves. One more try...she could give him one more.

"You're not cold, Maisie," she told herself. "You're definitely not cold. You are warm and dry, and you are moody. Be moody."

"I'm telling you to stop giggling! It's different!" Despite the pitch in his tone, there is a chuckle laced in with his own amusement bubbling to the surface. It's hard not to laugh. Even as Finn bites it back, Maisie's giggling is all too infectious. That, and he did choose a more challenging shot for an amateur photographer like himself.

From the time limit to the moving scenery - waves flowing in and out along with wind. And his poor subject is enduring the cold of the Pacific waters. Maybe it was an unfair assignment to pose on her. Finn just saw no harm in asking considering her place in the social media world. On a screen must be harder than being caught behind a lens, or so he thinks. He presses down to take a photo, but the shutter click sounds just as a wave catches her off guard in a small spray of spray water.

"Oh, wait..." Finn looks at the image captured as he stands with a slight sway to catch his balance from the way his one leg has nearly fallen asleep. He kicks off his shoes to run up, slowly once the waves roll up as to not splash her further- "Oh, wow. This is cold. Okay, but look-"

The picture is caught of her mid squeal, her smile something sweet. Well, Finn thinks so. "It's cute, see? Not what I want so we have to keep trying, but I wanted to show you - oh, watch!"

He steps back, fleeing from the next rush of water. "Just - one more try." Or five.

@maisiedemars

[maisiedemars]

"Dude, you can't tell me to shh and then ask me a question! That's, like, major mixed signals."

And, of course, because he'd told her to stop giggling, she could only continue to do so, shoulders shaking with the effort to contain them...and she was a little cold.

The long dress she wore was soaked through just below her knees. Though Aurora Bay was slowly warming with the impending summer months, it wasn't quite what Maisie would deem perfect beach weather, and the setting of the sun certainly did not help.

She was trying, though. The last thing she wanted was for Finn to get a bad grade because she had a case of the giggles.

"Oh, just...try not to get saltwater in my eyes? Why didn't I think of that?" Her eyes roll, albeit more playfully than moody, a grin quick to follow. "Easy for you to say from the sand, mister." If it wasn't for what she thought to be an expensive camera in his hand, she'd give into the urge to splash him.

As if to prove her point, a wave splashed gently against Maisie herself from behind and nudged her forward, an involuntary squeal sounding past her lips at its iciness.

"That so doesn't count, I wasn't ready for it!"

@finnbrooks

CLOSED STARTER for @maisiedemars where: beach near the boardwalk around twilight hours

"Maisie - stop giggling. How can I - no, shh. Okay... you're not cold, right?" Finn adjusts his lens on his camera, then looks to his current volunteer for this particular project. It is twilight hour, the ocean at low tide with a slow roll of waves up the shore. Most of the beach goers are gone, which means so are most of the gulls. The perfect lighting for a moody portrait.

Finn crouches down, one knee in the sand, trying to get the perfect angle then. They are about ten shots in, his eye for specific details painfully meticulous, he is even tolerating the grit of sand in his vans for this project. "Try not to flinch when a wave comes up. Unless you get saltwater in your eyes - then by all means. But try not to."