[ There are better teachers of the act itself, she can think of several, and she may even ask them when this task is complete. She needs him for something else. At his consent, she opens up, like peeling the skin from a grape to expose the tender flesh of her phobia.
The pool is a blue jewel. Its color so bright and so clear that it almost looks poisonous, artificial to her. She has never seen something so pure, never seen so much water collected merely to play in.--( She knows dingy water straight from the ground, she knows tin wash basins and rusted spigots. )
It feels like a trap. A surge of certainty from nowhere, perhaps some figment of a cruel story told her once upon a time, a genii and a mirage, luring you closer with something desirous. Luring you close and then pulling you in, wrapping you up in water and filling your insides while you thrash and bubble and then sink, cold with empty eyes and soft blue lips. Something beautiful, something deadly, she can almost hear the speech Dreus would make about the beauties of the world, treacherous, unseemly. ]
Help me.
[ She's willing to go deeper into the brambles between them to lose this. Willing to give up something of herself. That was always the exchange with the Hive, was it not?
She'll surrender it, if he'll accept her, replace her fear with his confidence. ]
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The pool is a blue jewel. Its color so bright and so clear that it almost looks poisonous, artificial to her. She has never seen something so pure, never seen so much water collected merely to play in.--( She knows dingy water straight from the ground, she knows tin wash basins and rusted spigots. )
It feels like a trap. A surge of certainty from nowhere, perhaps some figment of a cruel story told her once upon a time, a genii and a mirage, luring you closer with something desirous. Luring you close and then pulling you in, wrapping you up in water and filling your insides while you thrash and bubble and then sink, cold with empty eyes and soft blue lips. Something beautiful, something deadly, she can almost hear the speech Dreus would make about the beauties of the world, treacherous, unseemly. ]
Help me.
[ She's willing to go deeper into the brambles between them to lose this. Willing to give up something of herself. That was always the exchange with the Hive, was it not?
She'll surrender it, if he'll accept her, replace her fear with his confidence. ]