Her frown deepened as he turned away from her, and yet she remained for a moment - just a moment - after he did so. He was maddening, was what he was! God of Maddening Silences and Coldness!
Frustrated with him, and with herself for caring, she stood at the lip of the world. She knew that things were simpler once! She knew that there had been a time when his presence and indifference and silence hadn't bothered her at all.
This time, she simply stepped off the edge, into a world that was beginning to teem with all sorts of things. She was covering all of it, all over. And then she discovered...
The Sea.
He was there, of course, but not his eyes, his eyes that made her feel strange and out of herself, and that felt almost like the touching that she'd felt.
But the Sea! In it, she could swim.
She walked to the part of the land that was soft but still rough. That which covered it... it was sand, she was sure. Tentatively, she walked up to the shoreline, lifting up her skirts to reveal pale, smooth legs, smiling as the water lapped up at her feet. Something else was touching her now, and it was... lovely!
Still cautious, she waded in just a bit deeper, until the wet, cool surf splashed around her ankles. It was so nice! She smiled, and inadvertently looked up, up at his form, which she could see, if only she squinted just a bit. But then she remembered his glare, and his scowl, and turned her gaze back down to her own feet, to the sand and the waves.
This wasn't nearly so fun as it could be, she was certain.
Nyx made a beautiful picture, frolicking through the sea and smiling... and...
She looked up.
By Creation! She caught him watching her! He swiftly looked away again, and it was some time before he allowed himself to look back once more.
But when he did look back, she was staring out at the sea and the sand and the waves, and she was still. Too still. He wanted to be down there with her, and then he was, rising from her shadow without consciously realizing it yet.
By the time his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her out toward the sea suddenly, he realized what he was doing. Well, if he was doing it, he might as well do it properly.
"Go ahead and try to fight, little Nyxie," he growled in her ear, before shoving her further. But there was playfulness in his tone, too, a sort of levity.
His hands were on her shoulders, large and strong and she felt them on her skin, and she trembled in his grasp and sparks and tingles and a thousand tiny touches culminated where his flesh touched her own, and it distracted her - no, consumed her. And then his voice was in her ear, very, very close, and went straight from there to her core, and she gasped, and the water was above her knees now, her skirt pooling up around her thighs on top of the surf, and the cold shocked her, but not unpleasantly, and she squeaked!
"Oh! Oh!" and she lost her footing, because she was taken aback by her senses, and what he did to them, and slipped, and then she was touching him, grabbing onto his wrists to keep herself upright.
"Tricksy beast!" she cried, but there was a sparkle of laughter in her voice, a release of tension. She dug in her heels after regaining her footing, but did not release his wrists. Instead, she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and said, "Sneak up on me, will you?"
Frustrated with him, and with herself for caring, she stood at the lip of the world. She knew that things were simpler once! She knew that there had been a time when his presence and indifference and silence hadn't bothered her at all.
This time, she simply stepped off the edge, into a world that was beginning to teem with all sorts of things. She was covering all of it, all over. And then she discovered...
The Sea.
He was there, of course, but not his eyes, his eyes that made her feel strange and out of herself, and that felt almost like the touching that she'd felt.
But the Sea! In it, she could swim.
She walked to the part of the land that was soft but still rough. That which covered it... it was sand, she was sure. Tentatively, she walked up to the shoreline, lifting up her skirts to reveal pale, smooth legs, smiling as the water lapped up at her feet. Something else was touching her now, and it was... lovely!
Still cautious, she waded in just a bit deeper, until the wet, cool surf splashed around her ankles. It was so nice! She smiled, and inadvertently looked up, up at his form, which she could see, if only she squinted just a bit. But then she remembered his glare, and his scowl, and turned her gaze back down to her own feet, to the sand and the waves.
This wasn't nearly so fun as it could be, she was certain.
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She looked up.
By Creation! She caught him watching her! He swiftly looked away again, and it was some time before he allowed himself to look back once more.
But when he did look back, she was staring out at the sea and the sand and the waves, and she was still. Too still. He wanted to be down there with her, and then he was, rising from her shadow without consciously realizing it yet.
By the time his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her out toward the sea suddenly, he realized what he was doing. Well, if he was doing it, he might as well do it properly.
"Go ahead and try to fight, little Nyxie," he growled in her ear, before shoving her further. But there was playfulness in his tone, too, a sort of levity.
Darkness could sometimes be fun.
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His hands were on her shoulders, large and strong and she felt them on her skin, and she trembled in his grasp and sparks and tingles and a thousand tiny touches culminated where his flesh touched her own, and it distracted her - no, consumed her. And then his voice was in her ear, very, very close, and went straight from there to her core, and she gasped, and the water was above her knees now, her skirt pooling up around her thighs on top of the surf, and the cold shocked her, but not unpleasantly, and she squeaked!
"Oh! Oh!" and she lost her footing, because she was taken aback by her senses, and what he did to them, and slipped, and then she was touching him, grabbing onto his wrists to keep herself upright.
"Tricksy beast!" she cried, but there was a sparkle of laughter in her voice, a release of tension. She dug in her heels after regaining her footing, but did not release his wrists. Instead, she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and said, "Sneak up on me, will you?"
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