bottom of the deep blue sea; any

[Isobell]

Isobell

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

She wonders if he is ashamed of her now. Was she a tarnished mark upon his life? An embarrassment or potentially a punctuation to a lifeline?  Isobell can not change what Ivar had made her into.
He had chosen her, taken her, drowned her beneath the waves but she arose under the white cap of water and was reborn.

Baptized by sea water and sand.

Her heart is breaking. She has hurt her brother with her sheer existence and she can feel a hotness welling up in her eyes. He is is the only once she could ever shower her weakness too but she is painfully exposed. She feels ugly in this skin but it is only when he embraces her that she is turning to him to smother her tears against his skin and hide away from the world.

She was still the little girl when she is in his embrace.

Isobell can barely hear his words over the sound of their heartbeats meddling together. Isobell does not want to answer his question for he had hurt her. He had hurt her in so many ways so she instead she remains quiet, rubbing her face slowly against his skin. "I love you too, Castile." Isobell speaks his name softly, whispering against his skin, threatening to lose herself in the protective warmth. She does not have to be a queen to him. She does not have to be strong. He is her brother and he cares for her purely. "Will you still go to Loess?" She asks him now, pulling away only enough to meet his mismatched gaze. Isobell is afraid to talk anymore of Ivar for fear it could ruin something between the stallions but she would never lie to her sibling and if he asked again then she would tell him of the day she drowned.