never be so kind you forget to be clever
If Callum were paying close enough attention, he might notice the waves behaving oddly just ahead of him—splashes that don’t match the rhythm of the tide, droplets suspended too long in the air before falling, like the ocean itself is hesitating. And then, just as he wades forward with the slow, meditative steps of a man trying to let go of something heavy, a hand catches lightly at his arm.
Warm fingers close with a touch that means no harm, but that might startle nonetheless.
"Don’t panic," comes a voice from nowhere and everywhere, light with laughter and unmistakably amused. "Sorry for the interruption, but you were about to bodycheck me. Not that it’s your fault, obviously—kind of hard to avoid someone who’s invisible."
The words hang in the air like the lingering fizz of champagne, and then the shimmer of light gives her away—just slightly. The waves lap differently where she stands, and if he follows the sound of her voice, he might start to make out the faintest distortion, a mirage’s shimmer catching sun and salt.
Warm fingers close with a touch that means no harm, but that might startle nonetheless.
"Don’t panic," comes a voice from nowhere and everywhere, light with laughter and unmistakably amused. "Sorry for the interruption, but you were about to bodycheck me. Not that it’s your fault, obviously—kind of hard to avoid someone who’s invisible."
The words hang in the air like the lingering fizz of champagne, and then the shimmer of light gives her away—just slightly. The waves lap differently where she stands, and if he follows the sound of her voice, he might start to make out the faintest distortion, a mirage’s shimmer catching sun and salt.
