Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Isla is not a fighter, as is clear by the way she is prepared neither for the relaliatory kick (which thankfully doesn't come) or the way Varus twists and manoeuvres himself, ending up behind her. The slim stream of bubbles from her lips says as much, though as she glances over her shoulder at him she's smiling. They sink lower, to where her sensors tell her that the temperature is dropping, to where the moonlight can't pierce the depths.
That isn't a problem, though, for two Ascended, and so as their game turns into something more relaxing Isla leans back and into Varus, her fingers reaching out to try and catch the silver fish, but they are much too quick and jittery for her. This is incredible she wants to say, but of course their voices won't carry down here. So instead she turns to face him properly, sneaking in for a kiss.
say a prayer, but let the good times roll in case god doesn't show
Oh he’s pleased as punch when the surprise cascades over her, when he ends up right behind her and they continue to sink down and down, peering through the dark as fish dance around, surprised someone has ventured this deep into their home. As Isla looks back at him, she’ll find that he’s smiling too, readjusting them a tiny bit so that his arms might slide around her middle so he can drag her deeper and deeper into the depths with him, while his body weight does most of the work. He’s quite content to lean into the kiss, arms tightening around her middle while he gives into it — no worry or fear in needing to breathe from these depths.
The fish might be too fast for Isla, but there’s a slower one she might be able to touch, hanging out on a rather large boulder, eating some algae that almost has the appearance of a shark but only the size of a hand, and below the boulder sits a vibrancy of shiny rocks, aged and weathered as sparkling opals of a sort. And through the darkness, there’s a slight zip of light — a dream fish perhaps or an illusion? Or something else entirely?
and i want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
If Isla reaches out to touch the little palm sized shark, it's completely an accident, because as her lips press against Varus, she's content to let the rest of the world fall away. Down here, dark and deep, it feels like a place of secrets and stolen moments. And with impending conflict (closer, even, than either of them can know), these moments will become more and more important. So it's only at the glimmer of something behind her eyelids that she pulls away, glancing to try and see what it is.
Giving Varus a nudge, she parts from him to swim deeper, to investigate further, all pale curves and a halo of golden hair. Has anyone ever reached the bottom of the Oasis, she wonders? Does it go anywhere? Not likely questions she'll be able to answer today, but they still play on her mind.
say a prayer, but let the good times roll in case god doesn't show
It is a moment of secrets and stolen moments, some of the rare few that they’d be able to get with the upcoming tension that’ll soon surround them. And he’s content to melt into it, to melt into her and that brilliant mind of hers, even if he catches her off guard like a bastard sometimes. It’s all part of the fun, he supposes, because he’s pulling away from her when the glimmer of something bright catches their eyes, and the blue of his own swallowed up heavily by his pupils in the dark this far down, follows Isla’s sleek form as she nudges him and swims deeper.
Truthfully, he does linger a fraction with the metal to his arm causing him to sink a bit more – content to watch as her golden hair becomes a beacon, as her curves become a ripple that he wishes to follow however far it goes. In fact, the glimmer of light is long forgotten in the assassin’s mind of following her instead, content to let her take the lead until they either find the dreamfish or don’t.
Content to let her take the lead until the pale golden glow of the sunrise begins to filter through the water and they have to make it out like bandits through the rest of the Grounds before the sunlight has a chance to touch them, like teenagers trying not to get caught.
- FIN <3
and i want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
