born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
Her nose wrinkles at the touch of his, tickled. She doesn't know what she's doing, figuratively and literally, but it feels nice to drift beside him while the world floats away. Her hand shifts in his, finger knitting delicately together beneath the shadow of the comforter. There are shadows flickering at the edges of her vision, but if she keeps her eyes on him then the darkness stays at bay.
No cliffs, no ocean. "So we can't break. Or drown." It makes a good deal of sense to her, and she nods eagerly, nose and forehead moving against his. "No more monsters. No more red." A cloud passes over her face; she shivers curls in on herself, closing her eyes against the crimson that suddenly stains the room. "So much red. It didn't taste like raspberries when his insides came out. It tasted like metal and death." A tear escapes to drip down her cheek, across the bridge of her nose to his.
No cliffs, no ocean. "So we can't break. Or drown." It makes a good deal of sense to her, and she nods eagerly, nose and forehead moving against his. "No more monsters. No more red." A cloud passes over her face; she shivers curls in on herself, closing her eyes against the crimson that suddenly stains the room. "So much red. It didn't taste like raspberries when his insides came out. It tasted like metal and death." A tear escapes to drip down her cheek, across the bridge of her nose to his.
shield of safrin
