Agnieszka
They did seem to find her didn’t they? These men with stories brewing under their skin. She is clueless now, these are her early days and she’s adding names to her dance card like a debutante without knowing or caring that she’s half a joke to them, a trifle that that they don’t want to take the time to really see. The monster that lives locked away in her head bangs against it’s walls sometimes but she doesn’t hear. Today the black thing doesn’t bother, this one doesn’t seem as dangerous at the other man who comes under cover of dark. Let the girl play.
You maybe. He says and she smiles at the lie, taking it for the sugary treat it is. She isn’t so foolish to see anything more in the words. They make her feel good, and she thinks that maybe she can flirt with this stranger and come out unscathed, and say goodbye to him later without him seeing her broken parts. Just the scars, and those were mattering less to her every day.
”It does call.” She says, speaking in her turn about the ocean, and then watching him delve in, a smile creeping across her lips. Eszka doesn’t balk at the invitation to join him, but she does linger on the shore, watching the waves break against his body. The water foaming around his bulk. ”Very well.” She says, as if entertaining a boy and not yielding to the whims of a man. Trotting out into the surf turns her dapples dark, nearly black again. She draws out to the depth Wane has chosen, letting him break the waves for her as she settles near him, not too close, but close enough that the water between them quiets in their shelter. Neck arched she peers down through this quiet water to watch the sand at the bottom ripple and twist through the distortion of the surface. Reflected light shimmers over her bicolor features.
an unequaled gift for disaster
@[Wane]