07-28-2020, 07:07 PM
Nimeda bobbed amidst the current, hair slick and coiling across the surface. Waves tickled up against her lips, yet it was clear from eyes alone that she was smiling warmly. The expression faded slowly with the press of his silence though, brows knit instead into a question of concern. She searched his face, slow to absorb, but somehow distressed with what she saw. If she noticed where they were, or the murkiness of the waters he had drawn her to, she did not show it.
She drew closer. Her finger curled beneath his chin, like she might better read his expression. Or perhaps to stop that great weight from dragging him like an anchor straight back to the bottom.
“Did you lose safe ground?” He had sought escape from a flood before, and the glimpse he had shown her of manicured gardens did not suggest such a place was his preference for swimming.
She drew closer. Her finger curled beneath his chin, like she might better read his expression. Or perhaps to stop that great weight from dragging him like an anchor straight back to the bottom.
“Did you lose safe ground?” He had sought escape from a flood before, and the glimpse he had shown her of manicured gardens did not suggest such a place was his preference for swimming.
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