Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Iskra can rest assured knowing that none of Elizabeth's thoughts regarding his privates had anything to do with pain. It also helps that she can't see through the water that far, and that she's not enough of a sadist to do such a thing anyways.
She rolls her eyes playful at his complaint, knowing that she hadn't hit him hard enough to feel like anything but a bro-tap from a friend. "You should be grateful. If we weren't in a giant pool of water, a shock of lightning probably would have been a more fitting punishment." More like a spark or a gentle zap - not that she would have done that either. Elizabeth knows that the only reason she'd 'punished' him about the unintentional offense was to negate any possible awkwardness for either of them.
Even now, she can feel it working, the blush of her cheeks beginning to dissipate as she smiles, a mischievous speck of amber in her eyes. "And if you wanted to get away from my deep analysis of your inner psyche, you didn't have to result to such underhanded tactics. Words would have worked just fine."
She rolls her eyes playful at his complaint, knowing that she hadn't hit him hard enough to feel like anything but a bro-tap from a friend. "You should be grateful. If we weren't in a giant pool of water, a shock of lightning probably would have been a more fitting punishment." More like a spark or a gentle zap - not that she would have done that either. Elizabeth knows that the only reason she'd 'punished' him about the unintentional offense was to negate any possible awkwardness for either of them.
Even now, she can feel it working, the blush of her cheeks beginning to dissipate as she smiles, a mischievous speck of amber in her eyes. "And if you wanted to get away from my deep analysis of your inner psyche, you didn't have to result to such underhanded tactics. Words would have worked just fine."
Elizabeth
