#petitesmort

         ❛❛      that’s tolerable.      ❜❜          barely an impeccable patient, but a great critic. her gaze was focused on a window while listening to the new pages her sister-in-law came up with for her book. no, no sister at all. she rarely ever liked the things she wrote, her tone usually harsh and the look in her eyes angry or paranoid and never an in between. her opinion on edith’s writing turned a little different once she recognised the story she was working on at the moment, her heart softening when it came to the mentions of their late husband. but she still refused to let her in entirely despite the frustration she’d feel whenever edith didn’t express something the way she would have wanted her to. it was a dangerous game that she didn’t enjoy participating in most of the time, her own body now kept in a bed. she hated every second of it.          ❛❛      but  you  will  never find the cause. we spent a long time questioning that ourselves.      ❜❜

song  carries  through  the  ocean  ;  a  melody  running  through  the  very  blood  of  the  creature.  tail  swaying  side  to  side  ,  scales  rigid  plates  cutting  through  the  water  as  knives  parting  the  way.  something  lurks  above  ,  casting  a  great  shadow  upon  the  pair  as  they  sway  beneath  the  water’s  surface  .  there’s  a  flicker  of  something  shimmering  upon  the  edge  ,  something  sharp  dropping  down  into  the  water  (  a  hook  ?  do  they  mean  to  catch  prey,  or  will  they  reel  something  in  ?  )  .  eyes  dart  to  younger's  form  -  hand  gripping  onto  her  arm  to  preemptively  stop  her  .  the  youth  are  so  eager  to  prove  themselves,  to  find  instant  gratification  -  but  nerys  has  great  practice  in  waiting.  for  there  is  joy  to  be  found  in  the  chase  -  in  the  hunt  .  she  does  not  wish  to  stop  their  fun  so  quickly.   “  not  yet,   let  them  come  closer.   ”