Give me the burden, give me the blame, I’ll shoulder the load and I’ll swallow the shame
Her lover accepts the bottle Nerissa offers, her pale eyes focusing on him in the dim, her head tilting at his words, his perhaps unwise choice. But neither hand nor tentacle lifts to stop him, as the cap is ripped off, a swirl of something wafting through the water. Her face wrinkles at the same moment Olavi's lips wrap around the bottle, the smell hitting her as the taste hits his tongue.
Definitely not for drinking. She agrees, her words all but overlapping the tail end of Olavi's. Her hand lifts to cover her nose, the spreading scent of the amber fluid almost burning. What is it? Despite the way it seems to pain her, the rest of the unbroken bottles gathered up and carefully put away into her bag. They had to be worth something, packed up carefully as they were.
However, it seemed she moved too eagerly, too greedily. As the bottles were gathered up, the wreck shifts, so slowly it's not noticeable at first, not until the boat is tilted dizzyingly around them, the waterlogged wood groaning as it scrapes against the wall of the maw. Nerissa looks around them, then reaches out to grab Olavi's hand, tugging him back towards to crack in the hull they had slunk in through. We need to go! There is a rare note of panic in her voice, though not for herself.
Definitely not for drinking. She agrees, her words all but overlapping the tail end of Olavi's. Her hand lifts to cover her nose, the spreading scent of the amber fluid almost burning. What is it? Despite the way it seems to pain her, the rest of the unbroken bottles gathered up and carefully put away into her bag. They had to be worth something, packed up carefully as they were.
However, it seemed she moved too eagerly, too greedily. As the bottles were gathered up, the wreck shifts, so slowly it's not noticeable at first, not until the boat is tilted dizzyingly around them, the waterlogged wood groaning as it scrapes against the wall of the maw. Nerissa looks around them, then reaches out to grab Olavi's hand, tugging him back towards to crack in the hull they had slunk in through. We need to go! There is a rare note of panic in her voice, though not for herself.
Nerissa
