SHARK ,

[Kezz]

“ MY WAVE, MY SHARK, MY DEMON IN THE DARK ”

She was running and she couldn't remember why. Her dark russet body was drenched in sweat and rain, strands of amber hair clinging to her lips damply, and underfoot the ground squelched and slid. Undine could feel the earth thickening, finding it harder to rip her small hooves from the hungry mud with each rapid, fleeting step. She was breathless, startled by her sudden need to move - to fly. To escape whatever stagnant misery festered and itched deep beneath her skin. Some days there was only emptiness, and other days... oh, days like these, she could only wish for such oblivion. Everything inside screamed: silly child, you will never lose the past's hands from your pretty little throat.

Undine came to a desperate, slippery stop, air heaving from her mouth. "Enough."

KK this is a mess, but so is she so x.x set in lotus bog

[KK]

He watched her and every desperate attempt she tried at fighting the bog. Tyrion felt fear for the girl, sensed somewhere deep within him that they were alike. His eyes were taught and distressed, but his body showed no signs of assistance. Would he help her? a question he genuinely had to ask himself. Would he be moral? Then again, she was just running and stumbling. It didn’t look like she was dying (running and stumbling in a bog? she would die). He sighed, exasperated with the girl and with himself. She probably deserved the struggle she was facing. Yet, something beat so powerfully in his heart, something incredibly close to understanding.

Tyrion began to step forward lightly, aware that she was suddenly much closer to him.

A single word spilled desperately from her mouth - “enough” - and he knew. With a faster step, the stallion moved (he was hopeless now, burning to take solace in her misery, longing to feed her his). It was quiet when he found himself next to her.

“You know you’re not supposed to fight it? If you stand still you’ll only sink to your knees,” he murmured. Desire blazed in his eyes - there was something more he wanted (Tyrion felt guilty for approaching her now, felt as if he had wronged her with his need). Maybe she wouldn’t mind; maybe they could help each other.

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Kezz <3 ily also plz dont mind the typos i wrote this really quickly before work

[Kezz]

“ MY WAVE, MY SHARK, MY DEMON IN THE DARK ”

It wasn't until she took the time to study her surroundings that she realised what kind danger she was - the bog stretched far and wide, the humming of insects taunting her - laughing at her foolishness. But it seemed almost irrelevant, distant even, as though it were happening to someone else or in a different time frame. Because the battle she was fighting internally hurt more than any physical peril could. Would it be so hard to simply give in? To sink, to let the murky liquid flood her airways? No, of course, not: it would be the easiest thing in the world.

“You know you’re not supposed to fight it? If you stand still you’ll only sink to your knees,”

Her whipped her head sideways toward the voice, her pale eyes aflame with uncertainty. A stranger from the black. He was taller than her, but his skin was light - kissed lightly by sable - and his eyes, oh those eyes, they thudded into her chest like bleached arrows, peeling back her skin as though they were searching for something. Undine swallowed. And she might have told him that she didn't want to fight it, that all she could do now was sink.

But - "I'll be fine." I don't need your help. Undine cleared her throat, breath still erratic from her sprint, as she carefully pulled free her limbs from the mud, one by one, reaching for the drier ground from where this stranger watched.

KK ilym

[KK]

The girl’s head whipped around, eyes bright and unwelcoming. She was startled, as any creature would be if they were approached in a bog. Tyrion watched her with near-desperate eyes, wondered if she felt the sinking sensation that he did. He was anchored to her now, convinced that if he were to go down, she would be the one to take him.

They were both on fire, set aflame by the touch of worlds past.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, and it wasn’t that she was hostile; she simply left the underlying message of I can do this on my fucking own. Tyrion held back a disappointed sigh.

She pulled herself free of the muck, and Ty wondered if he had made a mistake in approaching her. Haunted souls were meant to stay haunted, he thought, as he took a hesitant step backward. This was a mistake. He watched her with a sad gaze, pondered on the infinitely small infractions that had led him here. There was a way of turning back, now - she did not want him here, and the one favor Tyrion could give was leave.

“My mistake,” he murmured as he turned away, this time decisive, bold. “Good luck . . . it just seemed that, maybe, you would have let yourself die if someone didn’t tell you otherwise.”

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Kezz IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT