We rose from the table and she escorted me back to the stairs which led down to her bedroom.We rose from the table and she escorted me back to the stairs which led down to her bedroom. The ocean lapped at the third step from the top, but I had long ago gotten used to her bedroom being completely underwater. She led me down, and as I went under I expelled all the air in my lungs and inhaled deeply; what met my lungs wasn't water, but it wasn't quite air, either. She smiled as she always did at my expression I looked around, noting that the water felt warm and comfortable; I wouldn't get cold in this. There were no Drexlells keeping me alive; this was magick, pure and simple, and it was something I barely understood, but it was entirely hers to play with, even if Neptune himself was an ancient memory long forgotten and gone away. I felt slightly heavy, and settled to the floor of her bedroom. Her incredible hair floated free in the seawater, as did mine. I kept brushing it back. She laughed. "Well," I said defensively, "I haven't got anything to keep it under control with." "Try this," she said, and with a small gesture it fell back into place about my shoulders. "Better?" "Much." I kicked towards her and coasted until we met. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her body heat flow meet mine. |