don't ruin this for me
She is a foolish girl, Clementia. Half-drunk on the folly of her youth and the warmth she can still feel radiating off his skin. How real he feels. And, in some strange way, she fears he might be even more fragile than she is. She wonders how easy it would be for the skin to tear. Not that she would tear it - no, she would never. It is not any suppressed cruelty that leads her to wonder it, just some bone-deep worry for this stranger who has revealed himself as her fate.
They have found each other and that cannot be an accident. Not with the way the water loves them both. How it curls along her smooth, smooth sides and lends her the gift of flight. How it loves him so tenderly that it takes him with it when it goes.
She is perhaps too naive to realize that it is no coincidence that they have both ended up here at the water’s edge. Where else would they have gone? She might have gone home to the meadow but she would have found her way here eventually.
She draws in a smooth breath and holds it. Cages all that air in her chest as she studies him. Admires him. How lovely a fate to have, she thinks. And she still goes on touching him, unwilling to relinquish the heat that gathers along the soft edges of her mouth.
She thinks so briefly of her father and his water and how his fate was almost certainly her mother. It takes her a moment to return to this moment. It takes him speaking to shake her from her thoughts and she tilts her fine head and exhales another contented sigh. He is her fate, there is no question.
Will she be his?
She sinks closer still. Touches her glass mouth then to the feathered edge of a wing before she lays her head against the heat of his shoulder. “Yes,” she murmurs. “Of course I will.”
There is danger here, certainly, but she does not recognize it as such. There is no frantic pulse, not now. There is only the feeling that she has stepped into some fever dream. As if she does regularly live within them. As if her dreams are not where she is most comfortable.
How sweetly she goes into the darkness.
@[Molech]