Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
His splash is met with open-mouthed surprise, a small gasp of playful indignation at his words. "Really? So you get away with a single descriptor from my favorite animal being unicorns, but when I give you multiple from your list of animals, you think I'm taking the predictable line of thought? Wow. What is science except the interpretation of the world and what we perceive?" Even the 'facts' of the world can be proven wrong with a new discovery, leaving them to base their beliefs on current knowledge and understanding, no matter how close to 'theory' it may fall.
Laughing, she splashes him back. "Okay, Mr. Complicated, your choices mean that you haven't figured out who you are yet. Despite that - no matter who you are - there will always be that desire to be social, because you like learning things about people, collecting little facts and tidbits about who they are and what they like. Maybe it's because you're looking for answers in others, and because you haven't settled yet, that uncertainty can feel chaotic." There's a gleam in her eyes, nothing accusing or hinting that he should be ashamed, just a teasing smugness as she asks, "Is that 'specific' enough for you?" She's subconsciously moved closer during her psychoanalysis of Iskra, now only a few breaths away, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the steam curling around them.
Laughing, she splashes him back. "Okay, Mr. Complicated, your choices mean that you haven't figured out who you are yet. Despite that - no matter who you are - there will always be that desire to be social, because you like learning things about people, collecting little facts and tidbits about who they are and what they like. Maybe it's because you're looking for answers in others, and because you haven't settled yet, that uncertainty can feel chaotic." There's a gleam in her eyes, nothing accusing or hinting that he should be ashamed, just a teasing smugness as she asks, "Is that 'specific' enough for you?" She's subconsciously moved closer during her psychoanalysis of Iskra, now only a few breaths away, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the steam curling around them.
Elizabeth
