a dare, a rage, an intolerable tenderness
Ever since the night she had flown into his room, eyes half-wild and reeking of blood and death, something had… changed between them.
Messalina couldn’t say what it was, exactly — didn’t even know if he felt it too, or if it was only her imagining the sidelong glances, the tension that never really went away no matter how much they laughed it off.
She frowned, kicking a little at the dew soaked grass. The regent was walking a little ahead of her, and he had left Odet back at the court. The beast had yet to be caught — it was still too dangerous. This late into the night, there was not a soul left lingering the Eleutheria. They were alone on their patrol, truly and utterly.
She wondered, with a hint of dry amusement, if the intensity of her stare would bore a hole through the back of his head.
Perhaps it was only her thinking this way after all — as cautious as she ever was, Messalina had never once given Ipomoea an inkling of the… unease (she tried, but she did not know how else to explain the tingling she felt whenever he looked at her, and the aching she felt whenever he wasn’t) plaguing her heart.
Or, so she hoped.
“What do you think it is?” Po’s soft voice shook Messa from her troubled reverie — with a start, she realized that they had finally arrived. A pool of light, she thought, with a pang of childlike wonder.
Up close, it was a sight more beautiful than she ever could’ve dreamed. The water — was it water? — swirled and danced like liquid moonbeams, pulsing with a soft, glorious luminescence. It cast them both in waves of silvery light, and bleached Messalina’s already pale pelt a ghostly, spectral white.
“Is it safe to drink?”
"I… I don’t know,” she murmured, enraptured. She hadn’t noticed how close she’d drawn to the pool; she stared at the rippling outline of herself reflected within its depths, and then at the one besides her: Ipomoea. She snuck a sidelong glance at the real Ipomoea, and saw him just as enraptured by the mysterious water as she.
Saw him dip a hesitant hoof into the pool, and pull back with a delighted snort. “How strange.”
The sight caused a wave of uncharacteristic boldness to rush through the girl. Perhaps standing besides the pool’s unearthly waters was affecting her head. Perhaps their night of jokes and secrets had left her hopelessly brave.
"Why don’t you find out?” she said, a dare to her silvery voice, before she leaned gracefully into him and pushed.
@Random Events @Ipomoea | "speaks" | notes: -eyebrows emoji-
***STAFF EDIT
@messalina has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +100 signos for interacting with the pool.
