Seiji
Melita, he finds, is not so worried about anything as he is. She gestures toward the ruby waters with a careless hand, casting out a name as she does so. Nothing frightens her; Seiji finds himself a little charmed by her audacity. Her lack of hesitation. She reminds him of his younger self, bold and careless, leaping forth into the darkness of the unknown with glad curiosity.
He doesn't chasten. Merely tilts his head toward the water, considering. She dips a hand into the depths, and raises it without injury. A crimson puddle forms in the shallow basin of her palm. Everything in him recoils; it looks like nothing so much as fresh blood, glittering in the sun.
Before he can speak, before he can even process her invitation, she dives in.
Then Seiji cries out, some garbled word between stop and wait and but and she doesn't here anyway. The water crashes around her descending body, pink foam and crimson ripples, the crash all but silenced by the crescendo of the falls.
Seiji hurries to the edge of the pool, where he crouches, waiting for her to surface. Worry gleams clearly from his eyes. Should she surface - when she surfaces - he will only call out, half laughter and half concern. "How is it?"
Perhaps he is getting too old to be brave.
He doesn't chasten. Merely tilts his head toward the water, considering. She dips a hand into the depths, and raises it without injury. A crimson puddle forms in the shallow basin of her palm. Everything in him recoils; it looks like nothing so much as fresh blood, glittering in the sun.
Before he can speak, before he can even process her invitation, she dives in.
Then Seiji cries out, some garbled word between stop and wait and but and she doesn't here anyway. The water crashes around her descending body, pink foam and crimson ripples, the crash all but silenced by the crescendo of the falls.
Seiji hurries to the edge of the pool, where he crouches, waiting for her to surface. Worry gleams clearly from his eyes. Should she surface - when she surfaces - he will only call out, half laughter and half concern. "How is it?"
Perhaps he is getting too old to be brave.
