// won't you breathe with me? //
"Maybe it's coming from someplace deeper than the lava," she mused, scrubbing away blood and grit with a lathered washcloth. Despite the intense cold, it felt good to clean herself up. Even her hair was dirty after the fight, packed with dirt that crusted beneath her nails. "At least it's fresh - tastes kind of sweet too. Like ice." It was a shame to sully it, honestly, but since the cave wasn't entirely flooded, perhaps there was an outlet at the bottom.
Snorting with amusement, she joked along in an attempt to assuage his concerns. "But then it wouldn't be much of a test, now would it? For your information, mister Dawson, you are passing with flying colors." Water rippled against her thighs as she waded into the deep, bracing for a dip. "A noble sacrifice, a valiant battle against a fierce opponent, riding a dragon into the dazzling sun – " Her voice cut off with a splash, retuning a moment later in a series of huffs and gasps as she re-emerged through the surface. Shivering, but clean. "And now you're still being the perfect gentleman. Are you sure you're not a fairy tale knight escaped from a sentient book?"
Snatching up the towel, she wrapped it around herself, but couldn't resist sneaking up towards his turned back. Clear water dripped from her hair as she leaned in and pressed a cold, wet kiss to the back of his neck.
Snorting with amusement, she joked along in an attempt to assuage his concerns. "But then it wouldn't be much of a test, now would it? For your information, mister Dawson, you are passing with flying colors." Water rippled against her thighs as she waded into the deep, bracing for a dip. "A noble sacrifice, a valiant battle against a fierce opponent, riding a dragon into the dazzling sun – " Her voice cut off with a splash, retuning a moment later in a series of huffs and gasps as she re-emerged through the surface. Shivering, but clean. "And now you're still being the perfect gentleman. Are you sure you're not a fairy tale knight escaped from a sentient book?"
Snatching up the towel, she wrapped it around herself, but couldn't resist sneaking up towards his turned back. Clear water dripped from her hair as she leaned in and pressed a cold, wet kiss to the back of his neck.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
