devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
Eloise knew you were meant to throw rocks into the pool, but she seriously doubted if any wishes had actually been granted. Besides, given the size of her current wish, she thought it was asking a bit too much to trade some random shiny stone for the ability to raise the Ark out of the sea. So she dangled her feet into the warm waters, watching the sun's rays cast sparkling halos across her skin.
Though she wasn't a natural (and oh, how often she was reminded of this), she looked ever more the part: her skin was like brushed bronze, her clothing always airy and skimpy, her feet bare. Today was no different, but as she stretched her arms above her head and leaned back against one of the rocks, eyes closed, she did her best to hide the tension that was balled in the center of her chest like a piece of stone.
Perhaps if she threw that into the pool, she would get her wish.
Though she wasn't a natural (and oh, how often she was reminded of this), she looked ever more the part: her skin was like brushed bronze, her clothing always airy and skimpy, her feet bare. Today was no different, but as she stretched her arms above her head and leaned back against one of the rocks, eyes closed, she did her best to hide the tension that was balled in the center of her chest like a piece of stone.
Perhaps if she threw that into the pool, she would get her wish.
what doesn't kill me makes me want you more
