born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
She keeps her grip upon his hand, also uneasy with the way the bed seems to sway and lurch. "I've never been on a boat," she remarks, not particularly reassuringly, her other hand still clutching the baguette. "Last time I went in the ocean I drowned." Not fully, of course, but you wouldn't know from the casual way she says the words, as though near-death experiences were commonplace (and in her case? They rather are).
Her brow furrows at his denial; she doesn't know what to believe. They're on a boat of their own creation, and Phoebe had said many mean things to her. Had that been a lie, too? "She said you worked for... for... for the who know who I am even though I've never met them. Who came looking for me. That you were one of them. Was that a lie?" Exhausted by her new confusion, Amalia at last lets her body slide down onto the mattress.
She's lying with her face toward his, except he's upside-down. Or is she? "Who treated you unkindly?" she wonders, trying to focus on his stormy eyes and only succeeding in finding his nose. Her gaze slips down to their held hands instead. "I'll fight them. You shouldn't lie to your friends, Finn."
Her brow furrows at his denial; she doesn't know what to believe. They're on a boat of their own creation, and Phoebe had said many mean things to her. Had that been a lie, too? "She said you worked for... for... for the who know who I am even though I've never met them. Who came looking for me. That you were one of them. Was that a lie?" Exhausted by her new confusion, Amalia at last lets her body slide down onto the mattress.
She's lying with her face toward his, except he's upside-down. Or is she? "Who treated you unkindly?" she wonders, trying to focus on his stormy eyes and only succeeding in finding his nose. Her gaze slips down to their held hands instead. "I'll fight them. You shouldn't lie to your friends, Finn."
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