bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive
She nods easily, already having come to much the same conclusion herself, the thought of the merfolk settling into her mind as something quietly understood rather than judged. "They take what they need," she murmurs, turning the last of the citrus over her tongue before letting it melt away, "and leave the rest. They're certainly practical, but not very ambitious."
Her gaze lifts to him as he looks down, one brow arching in a mirror of his own expression, the amusement in his eyes catching and reflecting in hers. When he offers his hand, she takes it without hesitation, her fingers sliding into his as she lets him pull her easily to her feet. "Those people," she says, a smirk curving slowly into place as she steps closer, "tend to live very safe, very boring lives."
The breeze cuts across her then, and she shivers. With a small shift of focus, the water still clinging to her gathers and slips free, drawn cleanly from her skin in quiet streams that fall away into the sand, though she doesn’t reach for her clothes, doesn’t seem to consider it at all. At his suggestion, her smile deepens, something darker threading through it as her head tilts, attention sharpening. "Mm," she hums, the sound low and pleased. "With that new cannon being built in the port..might be a fair few ships start finding their way to the bottom."
Her grin widens, not bright but edged. "And farther out," she adds, glancing back to him, "all those pirate wrecks a certain kraken has left behind.." Her shoulders lift in a small, careless roll, though there’s nothing careless in the glint of her gaze.
Her gaze lifts to him as he looks down, one brow arching in a mirror of his own expression, the amusement in his eyes catching and reflecting in hers. When he offers his hand, she takes it without hesitation, her fingers sliding into his as she lets him pull her easily to her feet. "Those people," she says, a smirk curving slowly into place as she steps closer, "tend to live very safe, very boring lives."
The breeze cuts across her then, and she shivers. With a small shift of focus, the water still clinging to her gathers and slips free, drawn cleanly from her skin in quiet streams that fall away into the sand, though she doesn’t reach for her clothes, doesn’t seem to consider it at all. At his suggestion, her smile deepens, something darker threading through it as her head tilts, attention sharpening. "Mm," she hums, the sound low and pleased. "With that new cannon being built in the port..might be a fair few ships start finding their way to the bottom."
Her grin widens, not bright but edged. "And farther out," she adds, glancing back to him, "all those pirate wrecks a certain kraken has left behind.." Her shoulders lift in a small, careless roll, though there’s nothing careless in the glint of her gaze.
we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again
Siren's Wake | After she leaves a space, traces of her presence linger briefly: a faint scent of salt, the sound of distant water, a restless feeling in the chest. People rarely notice it consciously.
