Despite how long it had been since he had moved to London, Remy could not get used to the dreary weather. Add to that the somber mood that the events of the Mist had put everyone through and Remy rather felt the need for a getaway. Thus he had taken up residence in Sanditon Terrace for the next month or so. A little treat for himself.

The weather was lovely, perfect for swimming as well as painting by the sea side. Now, this was living. He had a summer hat covering his head of curls and an easel in front of him. He wasn't the only artist doing so either but he was fine with not being completely original. Just this once.

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