[ the pressure of something in his mind unsettles him, unmoors him in a way that someone with vertigo might feel, someone who hasn't yet gotten his sealegs beneath him. it makes him think of tatiana, the way her illusions and mirrors would warp his vision and his mind whenever she practiced on him. whenever they dreamed of escaping together.

he smiles through it all though, easy and pliant, enjoying the humid heat of the pool room and the cool drink. ]

You asked, I couldn't disappoint.

[ another grin as he takes up the seat beside her, dark eyes watching her, curious. ]

Visions of the sea? I'm jealous. The sea is a beautiful thing to be able to imagine.