[mature] bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

And she had thought she had beaten him. Isobell had thought she had shaken him off like he was nothing more than a bad dream. Ivar, King of Silk Bedsheets, had been her consideration. She had driven her body against his, caressed and cupped him, wanted him in the purest way...but she is young and angry and does not know how to control  waves of her emotions as well as her mother or even the scaled stallion.

She is frustrated and tired and the walk home would still be long. But before she is even able to turn, he is thrusting his weight into hers, the air knocked from her lungs momentarily as silver eyes are wide and confused. "Ivar!" She is shocked, desperately scrambling in the wetness but slipping in the squelch of mud and cold pebbles. Isobell whips her head towards the water then back at him as he is shoving her but then...then...then....

(it's okay)

The whisper is soft. The sound of raging waters echo loudly in her ears, her heart is hammering against it's bone cage, but she listens....there is a hum as everything else goes silent.

(the water)

Isobell stops fighting him as her silver eyes dull. The water, yes, the water. The cold does not bother her as she slips into the darkness of mountain runoff. The water was very cold and deep but with Ivar near her, the woman does not give such thoughts anymore consideration. Her heart slows, the water is cold, cold, cold. She can feel the grip he has but it feels more like a tender caress (she cannot see the blood that is staining the white of her skin). The water is still deeper now and Isobell loses footing and slips below the water's surface for a moment when she stumbles upon some drowned object. The blank pewter eyes never look to Ivar as they remain straight ahead, letting the kelpie guide her with his grip. She is relaxed despite it all, something unusual for the ivory and jet woman but the voice in her head is soothing and speaking like a cradle song. Her body feels heavy and light all at the same time but the teeth touch of Ivar is the only thing that feels real. She needed him close and she needed the crash of waves and the dreamless sleep that the dark waters promised.