He laughed, reaching up and brushing her hair back. "Hm. I see." *** She looked up at him. "Do you think we will part ways eventually? What does that even mean?"
She leaned into his touch, watching him affectionately. "Gotta keep you happy," she mused, that cheeky smile on her mouth. "Otherwise you might leave me." * * * He looked over at her, his smile fading a little. "Well... you know. This isn't set in stone, obviously..."
Her smile faltered a little bit and she blinked in surprise. One of her hands cupped the back of his neck and she gently tugged him towards her, kissing him softly. "You just gave me butterflies," she murmured. "Isn't that so stupid?" * * * He watched her before draping an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close playfully and whispering in her ear. "I think you're wonderful, Nas. You know that?"
He smiled slowly against her lips. "Why is it stupid?" *** It seemed she wasn't sure how to respond, but she looked up at him, her head tilted. "Do you?"
She laughed, looking up at him slowly, her nose brushing his. "Because you insinuated that I'm the one who would leave, which is so stupid. I'm not going anywhere." * * * "Of course, you goof," he said, looking down at her. "Look at you. You're cleverer than anyone I've ever met, you're funny, you're so kind that I feel like I have to check if you're being sarcastic most of the time, and you're hot as hell. How could I think that you're anything less than wonderful?"
He grinned, his eyes bright. "Good." *** She flushed, looking up at him and kissing his cheek. "I really like you, Victor. I don't want to part ways with you any time soon."
She rested her forehead against his in a motion that was quickly becoming a trademark of hers, her hand cupping the back of his neck and her thumb brushing just below his ear. She pulled away quickly, though, taking his hand and leading him towards the river. * * * "What if I die from my injury?" he proposed, taking her hand and squeezing it. "What then?"
He followed her, his expression soft. *** She looked up at him inquisitively. "I'm not sure.. I'd be sad to thing about it."
They got to the river. Most of the people had been evacuated by now, but the tide was still high. * * * He laughed out loud. "I'd hope you'd be sad about it."
He looked around with a small frown. "Hm.. I wonder when it'll let up." *** She rolled her eyes playfully. "There's so much I wouldn't be able to tell you. So please don't die."
She frowned as well, crossing her arms. “I don’t know,” she replied, looking up at the sky before looking over her shoulder, back at the house peeking at them over the trees. “Do you think the human house could flood?” *** “Oh?” he replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”
He glanced back as well, frowning thoughtfully. "No, I don't think it will." *** She tilted her head. "Lots of things, of course. Like how lovely you are or how much I miss you when you're not with me."
She didn’t seem convinced, tugging on his coat sleeve nervously. *** He laughed, but there was a flush on his cheeks. “Is that so?0
He looked down at her. "Human houses are very well fortified." *** She looked up at him with a small smile before looking ahead. "It is so."
“But what if the water gets up to the attic?” she murmured, watching the river nervously. “Look how much it’s grown...” *** They got the the river. In front of them were two familiar figures: a tall boy with red hair. He was looking down at a girl with wild brown hair pulled back in a braid. They were holding hands and talking quietly.
He shook his head. "It won't. Trust me." *** Nascha tilted her head slightly before looking up at him. "Who do you have to talk to?"
She frowned, looking over her shoulder for a moment. Her expression brightened as her gaze landed on Nascha and Victor. “Oh, hi!”
Osiris looked back at them as well with a small frown. Nascha raised her eyebrows in curiousity. "Hello."
Dahlia’s gave flickered to where Victor’s hand was pressing his side. He cleared his throat before talking. “I, Uh... I got into a bit of a scrape last night,” he said. Dahlia frowned. “How bad?”
