06-05-2021, 03:06 PM
chasmata
How long has it been since she last heard laughter, she wonders.
The last laugh she heard must have been his.
Long has she wandered since the last time their paths crossed, but she has scarcely found company that made her linger for longer than a few moments. Were she to hazard a guess, she would think that perhaps he is her only friend in all the world. Other than the shadows and all the things that lurk there. The dark things, she thinks, the things with a similar taste for blood. The things with sharp teeth.
She hadn’t put a lot of thought into her remark about using his sparks to warm the water, that much is evident in the heat of the embarrassment that pools in her cheeks as he points out how long it would take them to change the temperature. She rolls her shoulders, as if to play off her suggestion. Of course it had only been a joke, she hadn’t really meant it. It would be a fool’s errand! There is a certain sheepish quality to her smile as she glances between him and all that water -- of course it would take forever.
This is not her first taste of embarrassment in his company, but this is the first time it does not send her skittering back the direction from which she’d come. She is grown now, old enough to swallow up her emotions. At least she hadn’t run headlong into him. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until true summer to bless the sea creatures with your beauty then,” she muses, the embarrassment draining out of her smile.
“Were you really trying to go for a swim or were you just admiring your reflection?” she asks with a light laugh.
The last laugh she heard must have been his.
Long has she wandered since the last time their paths crossed, but she has scarcely found company that made her linger for longer than a few moments. Were she to hazard a guess, she would think that perhaps he is her only friend in all the world. Other than the shadows and all the things that lurk there. The dark things, she thinks, the things with a similar taste for blood. The things with sharp teeth.
She hadn’t put a lot of thought into her remark about using his sparks to warm the water, that much is evident in the heat of the embarrassment that pools in her cheeks as he points out how long it would take them to change the temperature. She rolls her shoulders, as if to play off her suggestion. Of course it had only been a joke, she hadn’t really meant it. It would be a fool’s errand! There is a certain sheepish quality to her smile as she glances between him and all that water -- of course it would take forever.
This is not her first taste of embarrassment in his company, but this is the first time it does not send her skittering back the direction from which she’d come. She is grown now, old enough to swallow up her emotions. At least she hadn’t run headlong into him. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until true summer to bless the sea creatures with your beauty then,” she muses, the embarrassment draining out of her smile.
“Were you really trying to go for a swim or were you just admiring your reflection?” she asks with a light laugh.
the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
@Laurelin