05-25-2026, 03:03 PM
i showed him all my teeth & then i laughed out loud,
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
“A pain?” she repeats with a soft scoff. “Well then you can’t be talking about me, because I am never a pain.” She finishes the statement with a teasing nip, her cold body gliding against his as she steps forward and away from him, the water splashing at her knees. She remembers how at one point she had longed to be more like her father—to be able to disappear entirely beneath the surface, away from a world that she had found dull and mundane. In her mind, she had inherited only the useless parts of being a kelpie; she did not want to be beautiful, she wanted to be dangerous.
The change in her had happened so slowly, the way a long night bleeds into dawn and brightens into an entirely new day. All at once she did not need the sea; she needed him, and somehow, that was even more frightening. She sometimes still did not know how to handle this part of herself, the part that she had not realized could exist.
She looks at him with searching eyes, wondering what it might be like to be able to peel back all his layers and see what lay beneath—wonders, too, how often he thinks the same about her. She thinks she can see something there, something that weighs on his mind, and she wishes nothing more than to simply be able to pluck it clean, to analyze and then fix it.
“You would tell me if something is bothering you, yes?” She questions him, careful to keep her voice light, unaccusing. She has turned to face him now, stepping forward until her golden nose bumps lightly against the side of his, her cool lips tracing a soft path along his cheek before withdrawing to level her ocean-blue eyes with his.
The change in her had happened so slowly, the way a long night bleeds into dawn and brightens into an entirely new day. All at once she did not need the sea; she needed him, and somehow, that was even more frightening. She sometimes still did not know how to handle this part of herself, the part that she had not realized could exist.
She looks at him with searching eyes, wondering what it might be like to be able to peel back all his layers and see what lay beneath—wonders, too, how often he thinks the same about her. She thinks she can see something there, something that weighs on his mind, and she wishes nothing more than to simply be able to pluck it clean, to analyze and then fix it.
“You would tell me if something is bothering you, yes?” She questions him, careful to keep her voice light, unaccusing. She has turned to face him now, stepping forward until her golden nose bumps lightly against the side of his, her cool lips tracing a soft path along his cheek before withdrawing to level her ocean-blue eyes with his.
A D R I A N A
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