maybe you were the ocean, and i was just a stone; any

[Wane]

maybe you were the ocean

Wane doesn’t know when she changes, cannot pinpoint the moment that she shifts from sea foam to reef — just that she does. Just that here, in these quiet moments, with the course breeze tangling and untangle the length of her hair and the waves breaking over and over and over across her back and turning her dapples dark she becomes something just a little more interesting to him. She is tracing paths in the water near his shoulder, and all he thinks about is the distance between their bodies — one inch, four inches, two inches. There is a coalition begun beneath his flesh and it is rioting now for the feel of her skin against his again.

He is so greedy for pretty things.

Or, perhaps it isn’t beauty at all. A smooth scar runs down her cheek, reminding him that she is ruined (or has been before). Perhaps it’s that he likes the way she humours him, pausing and chiding, simpering wherever it fits best. He doesn’t realize that she is reminding him of Wax, that he is taking small comforts in the distant revery.

The smile melts from her lips and drips into the sea, and when it does he is sad to see it go. Does the ocean have it now? Will he see the glimmer of it when the sunlight hits the tips of the waves just so? She is speaking again, trying hard to explain what must be an impossible situation. He can’t relate, but he does furrow his brow in consideration. To see inside her mind would be beautiful, albeit painful, he thinks.

“There are some things I think that are better to remember, even if I had to be without.”

He agrees, but doesn’t say so. He is inside himself, thinking of Wax again — how the memories of her are all he’s had to keep him satiated for so many years now. He wouldn’t trade them even if it meant not missing her. He would never trade them. And then something in him shifts and he wonders, fleetingly, if Eszka will miss these moments in the sea with the warmth of the sun on their backs when they are gone.

Wane

and i was just a stone

@[Agnieszka] I was thinking this might be a good point to end it, and then we can jump forward in time if you want (/care to risk the plague) to continue writing them. He's staying to show Wax his new egg so he'll be around anyways. Up to you though!