( He waits — less for the girl to negotiate the order and priority of reading through her parchment, more for his strength to recover, until his gaze no longer falls diffuse on Eda, until he trusts himself to advance at a drifting, tender swim.
At last, the pulse of his suit, briefly bled close to red, settled into jade. Equilibrium, if not health. He chooses this will suffice him.
He shutters his eyes for a moment, and thinks, thinks, thinks, A song, verse, what difference beneath water? A lullaby? To appease what? All sleep already. A song of ruin? Water stifles melody —
But he does not benefit from the time to investigate that train of thought.
No, for before them, at a dwindling distance, interrupting this great exploration with its sad, pathetic form is the approaching, jarring visage of the formidable fumbling fool —
no subject
At last, the pulse of his suit, briefly bled close to red, settled into jade. Equilibrium, if not health. He chooses this will suffice him.
He shutters his eyes for a moment, and thinks, thinks, thinks, A song, verse, what difference beneath water? A lullaby? To appease what? All sleep already. A song of ruin? Water stifles melody —
But he does not benefit from the time to investigate that train of thought.
No, for before them, at a dwindling distance, interrupting this great exploration with its sad, pathetic form is the approaching, jarring visage of the formidable fumbling fool —
That shark. )
...perhaps we should retire.