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They rise early after sunfall, dress in silence, hurry to the docks and set sail before the highbloods rise from their traps of slime. They don't speak of it until the coastline has fallen far behind; she leaves the helm to the Ψiioniic and finds him below, at his shipping charts, setting course for their next destination, next covert rendezvous. His mother rises gracefully (tactfully) when she enters, and leaves them privacy. He startles, just lightly, at her touch, then covers her hand with his own; she kisses him, and when they part she sees the question they have been ignoring written on his face.
"IT COMES INTO MY PAN TO ASK YOU WHAT WE ARE TO EACH OTHER," he says, with less confidence than she is used to hearing from him.
"I am your disciple," she says, simply.
"YOU ARE MORE THAN THAT," he says, chiding, annoyed, and she knows what he means, of course. She dips a fingertip-claw in his tea, causing bared teeth, and scrawls across his maps, prompting a growl.
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"You have led us all into d33p water now, signless," she says, simply. "And I know not what to tell you. My heart is wild and troubled, confused and filled with joy. You have shown me a love beyond pity, and an anger that heals, and we have no word or sym69l for these."
Her fingertip moves, and traces the corner of the chart; the many-rayed star of the compass rose. "But you are my captain, and where you lead I will follow."
"IT COMES INTO MY PAN TO ASK YOU WHAT WE ARE TO EACH OTHER," he says, with less confidence than she is used to hearing from him.
"I am your disciple," she says, simply.
"YOU ARE MORE THAN THAT," he says, chiding, annoyed, and she knows what he means, of course. She dips a fingertip-claw in his tea, causing bared teeth, and scrawls across his maps, prompting a growl.
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"You have led us all into d33p water now, signless," she says, simply. "And I know not what to tell you. My heart is wild and troubled, confused and filled with joy. You have shown me a love beyond pity, and an anger that heals, and we have no word or sym69l for these."
Her fingertip moves, and traces the corner of the chart; the many-rayed star of the compass rose. "But you are my captain, and where you lead I will follow."