just a girl taking too many chances [anyone]

[Breckin]

Breckin

the truth that you'll find
will always be the truth you hide

Why the bloody hell did she want to go with him again?

The thought crosses her mind as he grins his predatory Cheshire smile at her over his shoulder and her glance skips beyond him towards the unknown island in the distance. Had it only been today that she had purposefully put distance between herself and his watery terrain?  But all of her logical thinking seemed to be becoming more elusive and increasingly slippery to her grasp, a sensation comparable to the warmth of his scaled body forced into her by the push of the ocean’s strength.  It’s unsurprising at this point, how she no longer minded their close proximity.  And in spite of her internal questioning, her she stood, in the increasingly deepening water, captivated and entranced by the handsome melding of blue and gold that held her in an eager fascination all the same.  It was her curiosity, she realized, maybe something even a bit more.

As easily as the waves had pushed them together, it pulls them apart, and where Ivar seems to let the sea have her way with him, Breckin resists the current in favor of watching how seamlessly he shifts into a creature worthy of a child of the sea herself might.  She can’t help but wonder, if such a quick change is painful, but the question dies upon her lips as he disappears from view.  With a light sign, she treads further into the warm water in the direction he had headed, giving into the draw of the currents at long last.

Resurfacing just in front of her, his bright gold toned eyes meet easily with hers, attempting and failing to duck away from the spray of water he sends at her.  Breckin huffs indignantly at his critique of her skillset, but cannot prevent the shadow of a smile that tips the line of her mouth upward, ”No one bothered to spare the time to teach me properly, so I am self taught.  I can’t help it if it’s not done as prettily as you.”  It’s a small effort, but she attempts to send a splash in his direction with the over extension of one of her forelimbs, already knowing it wouldn’t phase him in the slightest.  Still it made her feel better.

The kelpie’s last statement causes her brow to raise slightly, as if to ask Is that so?,  watching how effortlessly he glided backwards in the water, in comparison to her own poor technique.  And she sighed again with the briefest roll of her eyes, admitting that he was correct—she was a terrible swimmer.

your world is still lacking of me, how do you love?

@[Ivar]