ISLA
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.
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.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
