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[ That will quite possibly be the most fun thing Tessa will have done in the City since her arrival. ]

I shall wait there.

[Right about twenty minutes later, he shows up with two standard irons, a bucket full of golfballs and a small cooler with beer in it. He's also put a bottle of cheap ~~think Boones~~ wine in there because Tessa doesn't seem like a beer sort of girl. He's wearing his standard jeans, cowboy boots, panthers hat backwards and a plaid button up shirt. He's even done up most of the buttons.]

You ready to go?

[ As she promised, Tessa has been waiting - a book in hand and, as usual, one of her dresses on. This one is dark green.

She looks up when he approaches her, closing the book. ]

Of course.

[He's pretty accustomed to her dresses by now. It's different from the girls in his time.]

You look nice.

[He juggles the bag and the cooler, putting them both in one hand so he can hold his hand out to help her up. Skirt like that, he's not sure how she walks much less gets up.]

Thank you.

[ She takes his hand and smiles up at him. She's used to the skirts, of course, so they don't really pose much of a problem to her, though they are a far cry from, say, jeans. Not that she would know, she never wore the pair that she bought during that one curse. ]

Where are we going?

Figured we'd start in the garden and maybe work out way out to the barn.

That seems a reasonable plan. Have you done this often before?

Here? Nah. Back in Dillon there was this cliff. I used to go buy a bucketful of used golf balls and hit 'em off the cliff. When I ran outta balls I'd hit beer cans off it.

It sounds... enjoyable. [ Not something Tessa would ever do for fun if left to her own devices, and certainly not with beer cans, but fun nevertheless. ]

Yeah. Think you'll like it. You ever seen golf played? [He figures it's a good place to start and they'll get to the beer cans, eventually.]

I have heard of it, but never seen it or played it myself.

What we're gonna do today is just smackin' a ball around. If they had a real course, I'd teach you to play. [He stops in a spot that's not really the garden but it's got a good bit of grass and a nice view of the carousel.]

Bet I can hit the merry go round from here.

[He sets down the cooler and the golf balls, gets one of the irons from the army style duffel bag he's decided will serve as a golf bag and sets up a ball and tee.]

You wanna set it up just like this and stand 'bout a foot back.

[He takes some time to set up the shot, giving some practice swings, re-adjusting his stance and taking aim.]

When I was fourteen Dad left to go on the golf pro circuit. He never really got to be pro but he tried. [He also never came back. Tim whacks the ball hard, then straightens up and shades his eyes to watch the golf ball sail through the air. There's a distance thunk and Tim is grinning like an idiot. He totally hit the carousel.]

[ Tessa is grinning as well, though a little more muted than Tim's own grin. ]

I do not think I can hit it quite that far.

[ But she's willing to try. ]

Come here. [He beckons her over. Yes he's going to do the thing where he stands behind her, arms wrapped around her to 'help' her swing the golf club.]

[ Oh dear. So much blushing. But she tries-- assuming that he really is only helping her. ]

[Well, yeah he is helping her. He's also Tim and she's a pretty girl.]

Alright, you're gonna make sure the middle part of the iron's lined up with the ball 'cause that's the part you're gonna smack it with. You got this good straight line all the way down the golf club, see?

[ A pretty girl who has grown up with an entirely different mindset to casual touching and kissing. So she's holding herself rather more rigidly than usual while he's so close - not because she doesn't like his vicinity which is confusing and possibly scary, but not necessarily bad, but because she is just so unused to it. ]

So, like this? [ And she hits the ball. It doesn't go very far, but at least she hit it. ]

[Yeah Tim still isn't really understanding that. Or rather he is but he's not entirely sure what all it entails. He thinks he's being gentleman enough for the situation.

He steps back when she hits the ball and gives her a few slow claps.]

Nice job. [He snags another ball out of the bucket and puts it on the tee]

Okay, this time, really smack it like you're pissed at someone.

[ A gentleman would not even be alone with her, much less teaching her how to golf and touching her. But Tessa has grown up with her brother as the main example of what men are like, and while the Shadowhunters are rather different from her brother, their behaviour does not exactly fit the mold of 'gentlemanliness' either. It's helped her keep an open mind, but that does not Tim's proximity any easier to deal with. ]

Like I am angry at someone?

[ Tessa has never tried to be angry on purpose, quite the opposite. But she tries, now -- imagining Nate as he revealed that he'd betrayed her and killed her aunt, remembering Will as he tells her she could become his mistress, but nothing more and how he abandoned her when she arrived in the City, and Mortmain, who wanted to use her, marry her, who had her kidnapped and who used her brother's weaknesses.

When she hits the ball this time, she borrows Camille's strength without being aware of it, Changing for a brief moment into the other woman - blonde curls, green eyes, gorgeous figure barely contained in the dress Tessa wears - before returning to her normal self.

The ball flies much further this time, but Tessa hardly notices, too shocked by what she's just done. She's never Changed without really trying before.

Face stricken, she turns to Tim. ]

I-- did not mean to do that.

[For Tim's part, he's mostly just watching her completely slack jawed. He's got a shocked expression on his face and he's trying to figure out what just happened. He almost thinks he's imagined it until Tessa acknowledges it.]

Holy Hell... what the--what just happened? Sweet shot though. [Priorities. Tim's got 'em.]

I-- [ Tessa looks up at Tim, taking in his expression, and the fear of being different, not human, a monster comes rushing back to her - not that it was ever very far. After a brief moment, though, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. She might be scared of what she is, but that does not mean anyone else must know. ]

I Changed.

Yeah...sorta noticed but how? [He's not scared so much as confused and wondering how the hell that's even possible. He knows Tessa well enough to assume that whatever she is or can do, she's not out to hurt him or anyone else.]

I do not really know how it works. I-- something shifts inside of me and then I Change and become someone else. It used to hurt.

[ She keeps looking at him, searching his face for signs of disgust or hatred, or the condescension she saw and heard from Will. ]

[She won't find disgust, hatred or condescension. Just shock. Maybe confusion.]

It don't anymore? [And then a pause.] When you...change...you still you?

[ Shock is better than disgust and hatred. But it can still turn into those, so Tessa will remain worried. ]

No, not anymore. [ Used to be, when the sisters forced her, that it felt like she was being ripped apart, but now it is merely a little strange. ]

I-- yes and no. I keep my own thoughts and remember who I am and I can do what I wish to, but I can also hear the thoughts of the person I have Changed into and remember their memories. I become them, too. [ Even when they are dead. ]

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