[Not a feeling for words, he wants to say. He stands next to her, surveying the waters - no longer bothered by the chill that still sticks to the wind and waits in the water, immune to it again this month while his other half still withers. He breathes in deep, walking as close to the edge of the water as he can, staring into it like he expects something to be watching.]
Death can feel like a song, sometimes. There is a hum beneath the water. Zephir's presence calls to me, asking for me to find it. I can hear Iggy too. All I can say is they're in there, with the others.
[And oh, how there are others. He likes this song is the thing he doesn't say, as he looks to her.]
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[Not a feeling for words, he wants to say. He stands next to her, surveying the waters - no longer bothered by the chill that still sticks to the wind and waits in the water, immune to it again this month while his other half still withers. He breathes in deep, walking as close to the edge of the water as he can, staring into it like he expects something to be watching.]
Death can feel like a song, sometimes. There is a hum beneath the water. Zephir's presence calls to me, asking for me to find it. I can hear Iggy too. All I can say is they're in there, with the others.
[And oh, how there are others. He likes this song is the thing he doesn't say, as he looks to her.]
Are you a strong swimmer?