[ She looks at their bodies twined together under the water. Pallid and distorted, turns them the sickly white and matching, the blue of her lines all bright, the white of Ilde's scars into the same sort of waters as they drip ripples across the surface.
She turns, pecks her cheek, she's all lily white, drowned flowers that she associates best with the other girl. ]
(Does that mean you're worried I'll drift away?)
[ It's teasing, she knows sometimes, she's no more substance than clouds. Whisps that drift by with no grounding.
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She turns, pecks her cheek, she's all lily white, drowned flowers that she associates best with the other girl. ]
( Does that mean you're worried I'll drift away? )
[ It's teasing, she knows sometimes, she's no more substance than clouds. Whisps that drift by with no grounding.
Save for Ilde, anyway. ]