04-30-2020, 08:09 PM
He joins her in the water, creating chaos with a shower of salt water, and she can't help but laugh.
"Much better," she replies, dodging and moving to meet him halfway as he dives towards her. The muscular length of her neck extends as he works the knots which had been accumulating there, black eyes closing as he finds a particularly tight one. A hum of satisfaction involuntarily leaves her before morphing into something else, her sunburnt lips reluctantly form the words she is trying to say. "I'll be expecting a massage every night of vacation," she manages, leaning into the pressure above her shoulder blade as he digs in. "And maybe every morning too."
She enjoys the continued attention, plotting ways to return the favor later on. The current swirls around them, working free any lingering travel dust with light fingers and cooling their skin. When the moment ends with his signs heavily into her mane, Will gives a small, understanding laugh.
"There it is," she responds, turning to him slowly so she can watch the nuances of his so-often stoic expression. She couldn't say she hadn't been expecting it, ever since her return to the land of the living she had been uncannily in-tune to his emotions, and the feelings she sensed weren't so different from her own anyway.
"Do you think it's nieve, to think this will last."
She doesn't clarify what this is, she can't. But in a strange way, the peace was grating. When there was conflict she knew where to look, who or what needed to be dealt with. When there was a challenge she knew what she had to do. But the sense of eerie calm that had fallen over her life was disrupting her usual ability to live in the moment.
It wasn't that she didn't want peace, but she didn't trust it. It wouldn't last, her world had been flipped upside down before and she didn't want to be caught off her guard again.
"Much better," she replies, dodging and moving to meet him halfway as he dives towards her. The muscular length of her neck extends as he works the knots which had been accumulating there, black eyes closing as he finds a particularly tight one. A hum of satisfaction involuntarily leaves her before morphing into something else, her sunburnt lips reluctantly form the words she is trying to say. "I'll be expecting a massage every night of vacation," she manages, leaning into the pressure above her shoulder blade as he digs in. "And maybe every morning too."
She enjoys the continued attention, plotting ways to return the favor later on. The current swirls around them, working free any lingering travel dust with light fingers and cooling their skin. When the moment ends with his signs heavily into her mane, Will gives a small, understanding laugh.
"There it is," she responds, turning to him slowly so she can watch the nuances of his so-often stoic expression. She couldn't say she hadn't been expecting it, ever since her return to the land of the living she had been uncannily in-tune to his emotions, and the feelings she sensed weren't so different from her own anyway.
"Do you think it's nieve, to think this will last."
She doesn't clarify what this is, she can't. But in a strange way, the peace was grating. When there was conflict she knew where to look, who or what needed to be dealt with. When there was a challenge she knew what she had to do. But the sense of eerie calm that had fallen over her life was disrupting her usual ability to live in the moment.
It wasn't that she didn't want peace, but she didn't trust it. It wouldn't last, her world had been flipped upside down before and she didn't want to be caught off her guard again.
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